One morning, the pen walked in my head, not knowing where to go.
It walked to and fro till the sun went to bed.
The moon came by and laughed.
“Oh pacing pen, seeking thou a destination?
Run along, I’ll give you a direction.”
“Unto which way?” asked the pen.
“Is it far beyond the seas, or the space above the sky?”
“No”, replied the moon. “It’s the space above the sea, and far beyond the skies.
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