I sit at the table preparing to write,
The inks and pens surround me,
The blank page before me.
The words ready to flow on the page,
As I try to write them in beautiful scripts.
My mind goes into the formation of each letter,
The concentration intense.
Each line and curve in its place,
Each letter perfectly formed.
As I look at the words, checking each letter
And reading what they say,
It comes to me immediately,
I shud cheque the speling is write as wel.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: June 8th, 2025 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: I have been doing calligraphy for a while and find more often than not that the concentration I use to form the letters is so intense that the spelling of the words can be incorrect.
- Category: Humor
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