The Red Pencil

The Red Pencil
1998
Dedicated to Mrs. Donna Ciocca

There once was a red pencil,
Who went out on a nice summer’s day,
And although he usually spoke,
He had nothing to say.

He was so amazed,
By the world around him,
He didn’t move a muscle,
Until his mama called him.

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