in my hand, a trusty friend, a mechanical pencil, start to end “tombo mono graph shaker” is her name
with a click, the lead (0.5 mm) comes out
or you can just
shake her out
‘cause she’s a shaker pencil
she helps me write maths on the paper
i can draw, ‘cause only of her
be it maths, be it art
my darling pencil is always there
she lives in my geometry box
with her friends; compass, eraser and pen stocks
together, they make my life complete,
a symphony of tools, oh what a feat!
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