The penA Poem by MikeV
Every time the pen hits paper
Art comes out and I'm the painter Be it in the form of pictures or words I'll show you things you've never seen or heard It's like magic, whatever I envision I can do But it's tragic, once the pens out of ink, I'm through. © 2013 MikeVReviews
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