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January 12, 2022
She found five pens
in her bag today,
all competing
for her attention.
She found eight pens
on her bedside table,
but what they had written
she dare not mention.
She found two pens
on the ledge in the loo,
which she approached
with some apprehension.
She found seven pens
in a vase in the kitchen,
for spur of the moment
comprehension.
She found ten pens
in pockets of old coats,
when held back in class
for detention.
She found four pens
under furniture,
loitering with
good intention.
She found one pen
in her hand right now,
so to paper she committed,
God grant her redemption.
written by
Harriet Blackbury January 2022
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