Pencil Daniel My pencil has a mind of its own. It can write by itself all alone. No one is home but my pencil is There it talks to me all the time But the words I can’t hear. It can eat when it wants because it has that connection With the refrigerator who shows it affection. One day I caught it texting but not on a phone It was in my room writing all on its own. The title was life of DC And you won’t believe it was all about me It started real good but ended real bad And out of the blue it made me sad. Sad only because the words were true But I love my pencil and it loves me too.
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