Pencil case

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The Imaginarium


A sad poem about the inside of a pencil case.

Submitted: September 06, 2017

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Submitted: September 06, 2017

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Goodbye my long, thin friend,

How I fear that this is the end.

The black blooded one went before,

When shall I see him next? Nevermore.

The one with the blade,

I wish he could have stayed.

He went did old six inch,

It seemed the great one was in a pinch.

It's a shame Mr Wax had to go,

All his friends, we loved him so.

Now me and you are the last two,

I am Rubber, you are Glue.


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