An assortment of lines
scrawled on sheets of white,
a jumble of meaning quietly shines.
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To some merely scribbles
swirling eddies,
no deeper meaning untold quibbles.
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Yet to others they hold
meaning so rich,
more than fountains of gold.
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Sweeping Strokes
furiously jotted,
mind to hand they must coax.
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Holding unquestionable truth
slathering's of salacious lies,
rendering gentle folk rabidly uncouth.
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Countless adages
the pen is mightier than the sword,
paint vivid collages.
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Oil confidently claims the title
liquid gold,
yet in the course of history, not so vital.
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It doesn't take much to think
Humanity's greatest discovery,
Ink.
About the Creator
Alexander Stoddart
The musings of a melancholic man.
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