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Tap, Tap… Tap, Tap Morse code at its finest Each time pencil drops A resounding click is made Marking letters and words With sound’s punctuation Click, click… click, click I wonder what it means The code the pencils use To communicate their thoughts Does the pencil shout About its abuse and misuse Or does it cheer For guiding hand and beauty made What does it feel for me It knows me as I am Through the love poems And the angry words Does it agree with what I say With what is in my soul No matter, it’s still my closest friend The pencil knows my confusion But with each “tap, click” We whisk the fogs away With each line we write We feel more free.
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Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
Talking pencils
Tap, Tap… Tap, Tap Morse code at its finest Each time pencil drops A resounding click is made Marking letters and words With sound’s punctuation Click, click… click, click I wonder what it means The code the pencils use To communicate their thoughts Does the pencil shout About its abuse and misuse Or does it cheer For guiding hand and beauty made What does it feel for me It knows me as I am Through the love poems And the angry words Does it agree with what I say With what is in my soul No matter, it’s still my closest friend The pencil knows my confusion But with each “tap, click” We whisk the fogs away With each line we write We feel more free.
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Nike-Kaffezakis
American
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
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