Mr. Potter’s pencils
Patiently sit in a cup
Waiting for little hands
To eagerly pluck them up
For in the minds of little hands
Imaginations soar
Stories and drawings
And poems and such
Onto the paper they pour
Playful, purposeful, prolific
Passionate, pleasing, profound
Pure, prophetic, plentiful,
Priceless possibilities abound
And when it’s time to end the day
They go back into the cup
And wait again for little hands
To eagerly pluck them up
Scattered Nonsense 
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