My Pencil


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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