I’ve got a lot of pens, you see.
I’m a writer so that’s not odd to me.
Maybe I’ll write with the blue one today, or the red, black, or purple pen I used yesterday.
It doesn’t matter the color of in that flows.
The only thing that matters is the word in my notes.
There are many pens that I can choose, but only one special one that I plan to use.
Even though I’ve got a lot of pens in my drawer, my favorite pen does what I need.
I use each pen to write out how I feel.
My pens are used to make my visions seen.
The only pens I used today was not the black, or the purple, red, or any other color.
I used the computer because I couldn’t choose between one or the other.

Lol, as a fountain pen enthusiast AND a writer, I feel like this poem was written for me. Thanks for this!
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You are so welcome! Glad you liked it!
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