The Life Of A Crayon... - Poem by Ashley Meyers
First off, I love being a crayon.
We come in all sorts of colors, shapes and sizes.
As a crayon we get to dance across paper,
And draw amazing pictures.
A bright blue clear sky,
Or a weeping willow tree, swaying in the breeze.
How about lush green field?
Or maybe, a beautiful sunset?
I can make your drawings come to life
Man, I love being a crayon.
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