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(I've been following some students on a "blog takeover" -- invited -- of a writer's site. The theme has been notebooks. This morning, the day's student writer -- Faith -- wrote about a love of pens and she wrote a poem. I left this #smallpoem riff for her).

Ahh, pens,
such wonderful
pens ...
remind me
again, of what
I meant to say
when I arrived
at the end?
How can I erase
the day away
if, instead of pencil,
I almost always
seem to use
ink-filled
heart-filled
feelings-spilled
pens?