Dixon Ticonderoga

Dixon Ticonderoga




A weapon of war waging

Words to hurt

Rude and curt

Lies and dirt

Or a cage for wonders kept

Some natural



Still a bridge to lovers met

The heart’s voice

States it’s choice

In love rejoice

So much in wood and graphite

Strength to kill

Strength to heal

No plain pencil

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