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Ode to the Pencil

Poetry By: Ousma

An ode to a tool that without, I would be lost. I would have no purpose.

Submitted:Apr 6, 2011    Reads: 214    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

Ode to the Pencil
A bridge between
My thoughts
And tangible paper
As my dreams get bigger
You get smaller
I'll wear you down
Right to the nub
And you won't complain
For that is your purpose.


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