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I'm a Pencil
I'm a pencil, HB
A finer pencil you never did see
But, constant sharpening is killing me
What's the alternative to be?
Left in a drawer with an absence of light?
With nothing to do, can't put up a fight
Rather be out, for all to see
I do hope that life keeps sharpening me
I'm a pencil HB.
Sunday 18th December 2016 7:57 am
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