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Silent ScribblersI write about you, You write about me, Both with a pencil And a mind floating free. Never a word exchanged Or a look, But each of us scribbling Into a notebook! I sit here and wonder Just what you might write, And all I can say, Is that we both sit so quiet! Joy Weare. 14th July, 2005. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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