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Comfort Zone

Comfort zone

A pot of sharpened pencils stands
upon my desk by my P.C.
For reasons I don’t understand
I find I write more easily

upon a pad than on the screen.
I think I crave simplicity
A pad and pencil more my scene
Than this modern technology.

A pencil some how comforts me
allows my thoughts to freely flow
the sheer familiarity of using
something which I know

to be always reliable.
Ensures that I am comfortable.

03/06/2009
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