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A Small Boy to His Pencil O, Ticonderoga, my magic wand – I wave you, and I am an engineer Speeding a silver passenger train From Texas to California, and back I wave you once again; I am Robin Hood Drawing my bow against a bishop fat: “I invite you, Your Grace, to a great feast in Sherwood Forest, at your own expense!” I wave you yet again - and Old Miz Grouch Fusses at me: “Do your sums! And don’t slouch!”
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
A Small Boy to His Pencil
A Small Boy to His Pencil O, Ticonderoga, my magic wand – I wave you, and I am an engineer Speeding a silver passenger train From Texas to California, and back I wave you once again; I am Robin Hood Drawing my bow against a bishop fat: “I invite you, Your Grace, to a great feast in Sherwood Forest, at your own expense!” I wave you yet again - and Old Miz Grouch Fusses at me: “Do your sums! And don’t slouch!”
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
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