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Pencils


Pencils, most think are a horor because the stand for work. And all the people Iv meat hate work. But they dont have to stand for work! You write with them, write you harts out with them! They let your imagenation fly! Dont you love poetry? Write your hart out with a oencil and paper! Do you have a privet poem that you cant  post? Write it down, and let your imagination fly!  After all pencils were made to write.
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