I begin to write my thoughts,
on that paper with my quill.
To see the words before me
does give me such a thrill.

To get my thoughts across
and to find that they do rhyme.
Just makes me more excited
while I try to find more time.

So as I see my words in print
I become a little proud.
And I try to write some more
which of course is allowed.

So with this feather quill,
I write whats in my heart.
So these words upon this paper
of me they are a part.


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