Through your quill I can feel
Your prurience to empower
What a joy it is to hearken
To your promulgation
Of experience and divine revelation

I’m enthralled by your articulation
It’s a mental invitation to your habitation
And I must confess
Over the years
You have experienced maturation.
And I enjoy every sip
Of your ballpoint, felt-tip

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