Each Time I Pick Up A Pen

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With the night

Close at hand

I take pen to paper

And write poetry

On love and thankfulness

That caresses

My heart with sweet joy,

Letting haloed blessings

Eclipse my smile

Each time

I pick up a pen

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Joys, Blessings, and Poetry