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Dec 2011
Untitled
My pencil's getting short,
And it's a shame,
Because its been worthless
to me so far.
I reckon
By the time I have something meaningful in mind,
I won't even be
Able to hold
The thing.
Written by
Robert James
455
   K Balachandran
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