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all the words,
we've ever known,
all the mind conceive...
the thoughts,
the dreams,
the wishes,
the stories that are told...
of love,
of hate,
the present and the past..
all begin the same way,
by picking up the pen.
some write about the nature,
or a long lost friend.
some write in verse,
others not,
to me it makes no difference.
we all share the kinship,
by picking up the pen.
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