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The pencil. Such a simple thing. Useful and a Convinence we abuse. Stronger than any man More feirce than any beast in the world They say sticks and stones may break my bones, But words shall never harm me. What if those words Were written down? Would that still be the case? Would you just sit by as those pencils Scribbled lies Secrets For others enjoyment? Would you destroy someones life by passing a Written note? Would you start a war by signing a document? Put thousands in poverty because you wrote A bill? And to think. All this? Comes from The Pencil.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
The Pencil
The pencil. Such a simple thing. Useful and a Convinence we abuse. Stronger than any man More feirce than any beast in the world They say sticks and stones may break my bones, But words shall never harm me. What if those words Were written down? Would that still be the case? Would you just sit by as those pencils Scribbled lies Secrets For others enjoyment? Would you destroy someones life by passing a Written note? Would you start a war by signing a document? Put thousands in poverty because you wrote A bill? And to think. All this? Comes from The Pencil.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
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