With pen in hand,
The words start to flow,
Written on paper,
Before I even know.
With feeling in all
That is written down,
I'm never quite certain
How it will sound.
I just let the pen go
To do its job.
The words may hold
A laugh or a sob.
No matter how many
Or how few,
From the heart,
They are written for you.
The words start to flow,
Written on paper,
Before I even know.
With feeling in all
That is written down,
I'm never quite certain
How it will sound.
I just let the pen go
To do its job.
The words may hold
A laugh or a sob.
No matter how many
Or how few,
From the heart,
They are written for you.
Carol Darlene Owens
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