Three of my pens stopped working today and so I got another...
it died. it died. it died. she died. I cried.
I have but one lone pen tonight
to write some eulogies and show the significance of my friend, sweet Dorothy. To symbolize before I knew that Dorothy had died too...three of my pens died today but all I bear real feeling for is my lovely friend Miss Dorothy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem