Poem -

A QUIRK

I love a pile of blank writing paper, it makes me want to pour my thoughts
onto the blank sheets ,pen in hand

words flowing,gliding into each other,if the paper and pen are new
i feel more important than when i write on scraps

anyway heres the perdicament if i can't write out my thoughts
then i am at a loss
so i keep an ample supply on hand
and my words flow freely
a quirk.

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