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About This Poem
Pencil And Paper
From a pencil to a paper I sing...
Lasting feelings without the sting...
Each stroke of a letter has a sound...
Never falling short or to the ground...
From a pencil to a paper I sing...
Line to line as each has a wing...
All the words connect and hold like hands...
From my title to my name it can now stand...
From a pencil to a paper I sing...
Where my heart and soul touch and ring...
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