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The White Crayon

Poetry By: yazz4youu
Childrens stories

Poor white crayons

Submitted:Jan 11, 2012    Reads: 39    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

With my pointy head

And pail wrap

Nobody ever uses me

Not even to use as boundary

Or wash over their mistakes

During kiddy time

Nobody ever uses me

Others get to be pushed and pressed

But not I, for I am lonely all the time

Sitting in th cold barren box because,

Nobody ever uses me.


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