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In two-thousand and ten, paper meets pen.

I've chosen to write a poem every day.

In order to keep up with this new way,

at night or in morning, I'll write where I lay.

Whether days are good or the weather is grey;

if the thoughts in my head go or they stay;

no matter what others do; what they say;

even when I'm keeping bad thoughts at bay;

in times when kisses don't begin with Kay;

when I can't tell Sarah Palin from Tina Fey

if I'm close with God or drifting away;

I've chosen to write a poem every day.

Paper, meet pen; It's two-thousand-ten!