Power of a Pencil
My pencil is a sword
My pen a shield
Fighting against
The terrors of this world
My body isn’t strong
But my mind is sharp
I can write up
An army miles long
My words can make
Paper planes and
New journeys
For me to take
I can go
Anywhere I want
With a pencil in my hand
And words in my throat
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