Once there was a young girl who loved to write,
but she found her own penmanship lacking
her words were as beautiful as sunlight,
but her letters had taken a whacking
She thought she would practice every day
by copying lines from within a book
Carefully she would pore over each page
at the end of the day she'd take a look
Finally after many days had passed
she looked at the page and liked what she saw
ready to return to her words at last
she sat at her desk with a sense of awe
With pen to paper she started to think,
but soon learned that she had used all her ink!
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