A pencil

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I broke a pencil over you

A pencil aimed to write an epic.

But three little words went down

And then,*snap*, cried the lead stick.

I scrambled mad, it paid the price

But, frustrated as I was, I saw.

That 'twas better for me to cool

Than express emotion raw.

So here I am with my pen

I have put away my anvil

Briskly writing, bright and clean.

Despite my broken pencil

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