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Ode to a Pencil

By: Caleb Kestner

Pencil, pencil on the ground

Lying there without a sound

What callused heart abandoned thee?

Took all you had then set you free?

How fickle is the human mind

That leaves once valued things behind

Cast off you lay there all alone

Spent and broken on the stone

Your life was measured in your length

Your worth in words you gave

And when you could erase no more

They tossed you to your grave

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