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Created on: June 13, 2009 Last Updated: July 20, 2011
My pen
He thinks
He is a great boss
If I had
Not bought him
He thinks
My writing would
Be sleeping
On shelves
On dust
For years
Undiscovered
He laughs
Saying
And rusty brain
And all
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by Moeze Lalji
My pen
He thinks
He is a great boss
If I had
Not bought him
He thinks
My writing would
Be sleeping
On shelves
On dust
For years
Undiscovered
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