Eraser
Inside of an eraser
Are thousands of mistakes
All bundled up into one, ginormous pink glob
It sits on desks and waits
For more mistakes
To join the party
Eventually the pink glob
Wears away into tiny bits
And the mistakes go everywhere
Then the cycle starts over again
THe mistakes join together
And a new eraser is formed.
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Alli B. | Year Posted 2008
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