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THE GHOSTLY PEN The words take shape and flow from the pen guided by an unseen hand , a delicate force beguiles my mind as the writings pour upon the copy,,,thoughts are projected and formed into sentences,I have no control as I seem to be only a tool for the unseen composer..too easy they come,,My hand
stops momentarily..only to reform the thoughts in a more definite and precise image . Comes the moment of rest , the culmanation of a written prose..Oh my! I look upon the page , thats' just what I was
thinking! Could it be that the ghostly writer was ME!
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