The pen pricks….
When a poet doesn’t exercise his writes
Doesn’t matter….the pen doesn’t care
It has it’s own agenda
And you know what happens
When it doesn’t get it’s way
The šļø pen pricks
Ttucro
When a poet doesn’t exercise his writes
Doesn’t matter….the pen doesn’t care
It has it’s own agenda
And you know what happens
When it doesn’t get it’s way
The šļø pen pricks
Ttucro