I never thought we'd shared one thing
To create masterpieces with just writing
With flowing inks to match the mind
Of extraodinary pieces no one can find
Your smooth work flows unto the page
And filled it with hues of colour from the wand of a mage
Unleash your potential and say what may
For I'm wrong with what my intentions say
Who could have thought such atroscious person
Could use a pen to mark the season
And cease all time into a standstill
but catch that moment of gold to gild
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