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Forlorn Pages of A Dusty Diary
Forlorn Pages of A Dusty Diary
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Covered in dust in a rusty trunk,
Lying doleful, despondent and drunk,
Irked and sulky, he would wait,
Cursing inexorably his instructable fate.
The first drop of ink, in the drizzling rain,
The rainbow peeked, as he met the pen,
All verses, rhymes, the pen quoted,
Awed, Amazed, Amused, he noted.
As he waits, in the trunk he rests,
In longing nights of probing quests,
He utters, as he ponders grieving,
Can you stop someone from leaving?
