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    Coffee in the left and my pen in right;
    The moment when my black day turns into white.

    Myriad of friends but no one like him;
    Someone who illuminated a soul that was fairly dim.

    The one who changed the life of this nonentity;
    A pen, my companion, my identity.

    Someone who evoked my hidden soul;
    A half turned into a complete whole.

    The lost spirit of mine found a bower;
    Under the pen's roof whose ink has so much of power!

    For many, a pen may be one of the bare things;
    But for me he's the one who gave me wings.

    There are thousands of moments which cheer me up;
    But pen is someone who sums it up!




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