Pencil Poem by Shayne Goings
Pencil
Rating: ★4.5
I sit on a desk all day long
In a child's hand is where I belong
I can come in many colors
But I always have an eraser on my butt
My nose is pointy and gray
But my main color is yellow
Sometimes my nose gets very dull
But I stick my nose in the sharpener and make it pointy again
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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4/26/2024 12:03:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
quite interesting poem and it is well written. Good..