by D K Mitchell

Created on: April 12, 2010

Dear pencil I once loved you,

held you tight and sharpened well,

to note on precious paper,

all the thoughts I had to tell,

Where once a thought revealed,

 pencil would hastily scrawl,

on paper scrap or pad,

the box in cupboard hoarded,

waiting time to trawl,

lost lines so sad,

Today the lines that pile

,the abstract and the rare,

will on computer file,

eventually seeing air,

Dear pencil I once loved you,

held you tight and sharpened well,

to note on precious paper,

all the thoughts I had to tell.

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