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Inklings

 

Inklings san ink

Cling to the dry

Point of the pen

Whose stem I mouth

Not knowing when

The truth will out

 

Samuel Menashe

 

 

From The Niche Narrows:
New and Selected Poems,
Talisman House, Publishers,
© 2000.  Reprinted by
permission of the author.

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