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I can still scribble. THE PEN I am a pen in the hands of a man, Who broke lead in his pencils. Now low on my life’s blood of ink, He is old doing all that he can. The paper at his feet is a foot deep. So I ask you what do you think? Should I run out of ink real fast Or just die in a slow creep? ~~Image #2273458 Sharing Restricted~~ ~~Image #2120910 Sharing Restricted~~ ~~Image #2164593 Sharing Restricted~~ ~~Image #2222769 Sharing Restricted~~ ~~Image #2291665 Sharing Restricted~~ ![]() ~~Image #2314527 Sharing Restricted~~ |