Joys of a Pencil

October 12, 2016

Oh pencil,

Lead so fine and the wood dipped in yellow

The feeling of wood in my palm,

My senses ignight.

The desire to write

To draw

The feelings inside.

This pencil of mine

Is my life

I can transfer my thoughts

With a stroke to the right,

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