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The Pencil
Running along the page Revealing tales of mystic far off lands. Does a flip, Begins to destroy the masterpiece Of rhyme and rhythm. Can’t take it anymore He’s getting tired, Senses dulling Fading out… Everything’s better. Terrorized by The chopping, spinning, blades Returns to his work It would not be fun To be a Pencil Chris Griffin
