Jack Mitchell // PENCIL

My scars leave you telling the story of battle

Let me scribe your secrets, but I’ll never tattle

 

If it’s a mistake you fear, no need to worry

just flip me over, all will be good in a hurry

 

The problem will come, the longer I live

as each new day passes, I have less to give

 

I’ll come to my end, give my final cough

It’s been great to serve you, but now, I’m signing off

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