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by Janay Walker

Created on: June 25, 2009

"Ode to stale pens"

When you are holding that stale pen
it will only drive your custom mind down the street with the dead end

Writers block will prevail
So instead, close your eyes...inhale
and let your intellectual words replinish your brain
Take a little sip from your natural abilities domain

Just like the stale bread that has fashioned the top of your refrigerator
for the past two weeks,
Stale pens has a tendency to epitomize the word-STINK

Crumbled up papers and backspaced thoughts
continously delivers you back to your forethought

Hence, cease trying and let it come naturally...
For this is the key to the stale pen finale

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My pen leans forward, sometimes holding back
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