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  THE POET WHO FORGOT HIS PEN
A man sat down by a weeping willow
The cries of the plant, his only mellow
Grabbed he his pen to scribble his Sorrows

Fresh a page, he blank stared
Ready his mind, he sought his pen

A pen! he then bellows 

A bloody inkling pen!
Yet his pen, found not him

Home he went, his heart hollow.