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No ink, no words
 
The poem of tomorrow may never come about
For the ink of tomorrow is now running out
I must order some new ink very fast, real fast
I need both black and colored ink, die is cast
Otherwise Jack will not jump over the candlestick
And just what will we do with our old Saint Nick
Simply put, my page will be bare, no words there
Most of all, no words will I have so I can share


Just for the love of it

the ink of tomorrow




By olderandbolder

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