23 May 2012
This pens run out of ink, But the ideas they still flow. I need to right them down, Before they escape and go.
I won't remember them for long. If I can't write them, they'll go to waste. Quick someone find me a pen. Whilst these ideas can still be chased.
Don't worry they've gone now. I couldn't keep them contained. I'll have to keep with me a pen. So to paper they can be chained.
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