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The Apple Of My Eye

By Anonymous01, Baldwinsvillle, NY

How is it that I find myself
Day after day
Reaching out to touch you
To hold you in my hand

You allow me to express

I cannot keep my hands
Off of you
It’s a need I cannot deny

Until the day
You’re all used up

Until the day
You’re ink runs dry

Oh my little pen
You’re the apple of my eye.

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