Ode To My Pencil

April 30, 2018

My Pencil

You come in different forms

Old and new

What would I do without you?

Without you I’d fail

Without you I’d be ignorant

You are what everything connects too

Without you, everything would be hard

I am thankful for you

I need you

I like when you walk across my paper

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