I found a short pencil on my way home, so I hurriedly ran to find a small piece of paper, a thought, I wanted to indite.Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to liberate a very short poem. But the pencil which I had found, was so short,that I ran out of lead as soon as I began to write.Witten by, Kenneth "Murel" Crum Jr. October 26, 1995
