When I write

July 29, 2009
By theoneandonly BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
theoneandonly BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
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As I take the pen
First I count to ten
Then I write again
Lines that tend
Lines that tend to explain
My ultimate plan
As I take this pencil
I use this Utensil
To express my sense or
What and why I feel
How and when to deal
With all the problems that kills
From the inside that I try to seal
And not reveal
So please don’t unveil
This veil
It is meant to protect and hide
Way far behind the hive
Too far where there is no life

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