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Pencil©

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Published by Pamela Brickmann
“pencil” by pb Hill 3/20/92 With this pencil, can i scrawl Words that matter much at all? With this pen then, dare i ask? My words remembered once i’ve passed. Then who am i who braves the thought, “Am i more than i am not?” Will this sagacious drive of mine That holds the pencil cold in time Be distrusted of the masses whom Speak their words so mine to doom? And laughter from my Critic doubt Repels my soul, within, without. But stops me not from writing there, Though yields constrain for all i
“pencil” by pb Hill 3/20/92 With this pencil, can i scrawl Words that matter much at all? With this pen then, dare i ask? My words remembered once i’ve passed. Then who am i who braves the thought, “Am i more than i am not?” Will this sagacious drive of mine That holds the pencil cold in time Be distrusted of the masses whom Speak their words so mine to doom? And laughter from my Critic doubt Repels my soul, within, without. But stops me not from writing there, Though yields constrain for all i

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Published by: Pamela Brickmann on Apr 23, 2010
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“pencil” by pb Hill3/20/92 With this pencil, can i scrawlWords that matter much at all?With this pen then, dare i ask?My words remembered once i’ve passed.Then who am i who braves the thought,“Am i more than i am not?”Will this sagacious drive of mineThat holds the pencil cold in timeBe distrusted of the masses whomSpeak their words so mine to doom?And laughter from my Critic doubtRepels my soul, within, without.But stops me not from writing there,Though yields constrain for all i share.Then who am i who risks the thought,“Am i more than i am not?”So feel for the pencil, tool of woe,Forward and downward and back i go.And think, “Poor agent of fingers bentOn whom such wasted time is spent.”Know i think not much of me,But more to whom i speak, you see.Take these words as what i meantPrecious thought from soul’s repent.

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