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Number 2

When I jot down the words that I Have forming in my head, The only tool required is A pencil filled with lead. A pen won’t do the trick for me; A keyboard holds no lure. It’s only with a number 2 That I feel most secure. The yellow ones I like the best, Though I get out of joint If I’m not near a sharpener And I’ve worn down the point. The plastic ones with lead inside Work well when on the road; But I prefer the pencils that One doesn’t have to load. Of course my pencils must possess Erasers at the end. A pencil lacking such a tool I wouldn’t recommend. I’m writing this right now to praise My very best utensil – And naturally, my fingers grasp A number 2 lead pencil!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/23/2011 11:12:00 PM
I remember when my elementary school teachers would not accept any homework that was not written in pencil. My first grade teacher threw a fit when I turned in homework that was written in pen. Since adulthood, I have nearly exclusively used ink. You have described everything here nicely with fine wording and rhyming.
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Date: 12/23/2011 9:22:00 AM
Witty piece, my friend. My handwriting is so bad that even I can't read it half the time, so I have to try to remember any flashes of inspiration until I get home on my computer
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