Forgot My Pen Attempt 1

(Sometimes im quanity over quality like the russians during WW2

If i bought in bulk maybe i would have a pen to choose)

But this hand of mine not so fine faced the making it out of the house time. My gears had its grind. 

Only now i realize it was a pen which was hard to find.

This mind, of me mustve been thee absent curmudgeon”. But right now my “ride a tire river of stueben” Is budgin. 

These new thoughts maiden voyage, is double dutchin

On is this urge for these new exoduster-words-dustin

This surge thrustin and trustin that ill find a way to write

Summons the words of another “forgot the pen fight”

In my mind my ideas flood!

One teacher of mind once said write with blood!

An Eevreet/Ivrit/ afro asiatic Damn i give

In this seat, without a pen, unplanned, Am I “El Cid”

So may i whip out this of mine phone

Edge city in the distance you sit! You are my 2nd home!

I will rush towards you and use my thumbs bone. 

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