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I’m in love with Webster

The heavy strokes of each San Serif

Puts me in a different mood

And Drives my poetic notes to form

Pages of beauty

Arranging deep art and techniques

Into a creative flow

I grip my pen as it drips with creativity

The display is well kept in sequence

Spontaneous motions from my head

To my hands

I fluently master love in the form of Calligraphy

Grotesqued by unshapely monospaced dingbats

As his ascender stands bold

Against the baseline

I give into the thickness of his stem

My ink is no longer wet and

I am more than

Satisfied

And

Complete

With the birth

Of

Typography