I pick a piece of paper up,
(not literally nowadays you fool).
I put my pen upon its face
(that’s a metaphor for another writing tool)
and with imagined elegance and grace
scribble furiously with aplomb!
That’s if one can scribble with a keyboard,
be angry whilst being happy,
and pull a poem from where there was none.
A joy to read. Thank you!
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My pleasure 🙂
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Clever and witty.
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Thank you 🙂
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