Poetry: Ron Peat
Poetry: Francine Dvoracek
ALTHOUGH I’M YOUR TOOL Although I’m your tool I’ll be nobody’s fool; I’ll be firm If I am a utensil. Do you see my point clear? I must draw the line Here, —————————— For I will not be lead, Said the pencil.
ALTHOUGH I’M YOUR TOOL
Although I’m your tool I’ll be nobody’s fool; I’ll be firm If I am a utensil.
Do you see my point clear? I must draw the line Here, —————————— For I will not be lead, Said the pencil.
