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Pen and paper.
Ruled. Yellow.
All that he had to write now
Was
His story.
The Pied Piper went round and round
"My flute is so old", he said!
No kids did follow him
In shame, he went red.
A kid did come by
With dirty hands, skin yellow
"Don't be so upset, Mr. Piper!"
"Would you like to play on my cell-o?"
Beloved.
Be loved.
It's surprising how something so small can make all the difference.
At the corner of m page, lies an untouched drop of ink.
Scared to touch it?
It is capable of creating shapes I am unaware of.
So I turn away.
And let it be.
Forget the name
Forget the day
Forget the place
I am stuck.