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she got a apple on her phone
orange in her hair black on her feet
strap on her shoulder
carrying a bag she got
gray in her hair dark glasses
on her face her eyes tell a story
I sit to write it down
I lost my pen where's my pen
who took my pen
pens don't take legs and walk
I had a pen now it's gone
along with the poem
I couldn't write down
forgot I had a phone
in my hand it has note pad
I missed the moment
I had now I'm mad
blaming the world for
me being irresponsible
not being resourceful
calming down what's the
use in going postal in the library