Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Pencil

A pencil lies abandoned on the ground.
Forgotten and frightened it looks all around,
To see if it can find
A new writer.
And a new mind.

Because it has plenty more it would like to say.
More convincing words and crosswords to play.
More stories to write and more love songs to bring.
More, so readers will cry and musicians will sing


A pencil lies abandoned on the ground.
Forgotten and frightened it looks all around,
To see if it can find
A new writer.
And a new mind.

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