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it's not so fun to be made of lead, they sharpen the tip of your head then you're no longer needed when you're short and almost dead. they write with you, they erase your effort, it's more fun to be a pen, at least you wouldn't be chewed on when you're used by office men. it's not so fun but at least you draw and you're easy to erase, you're more important than you believe, you can be used in many ways. but who wants to be a pencil with such a short ife? and when you can't be neatly trimmed, they bruise you with a knife. By: Mrs. A.N.R.H Edwards
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
Being a pencil
it's not so fun to be made of lead, they sharpen the tip of your head then you're no longer needed when you're short and almost dead. they write with you, they erase your effort, it's more fun to be a pen, at least you wouldn't be chewed on when you're used by office men. it's not so fun but at least you draw and you're easy to erase, you're more important than you believe, you can be used in many ways. but who wants to be a pencil with such a short ife? and when you can't be neatly trimmed, they bruise you with a knife. By: Mrs. A.N.R.H Edwards
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Jan 28, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
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