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Somewhere there’s a flock of words
Searching for pastures of paper
Thirsty for a lake of endless ink
And once they’ve steeped in ink
Off go those frolicsome words
Rolling and rolling across the paper
Until at last the paper
Lies covered in ink
Rife with the imprint of words
With just a little ink and paper, so many words are caught
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