“As my pencil dances the page / It etches words all in gray / I know every letter will stay / Even as the paper frays”
As my pencil dances the page
It etches words all in gray
I know every letter will stay
Even as the paper frays
My pencil feels as light as a feather,
Soon I am in another world
Stories are just as precious
As gigantic, shiny pearls!
In the end, words of all kinds
All written by different minds
Will bind people together
And make the world better
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