The eraser had a lovely day,
Providing a clean slat.
He wiped mistakes away.
He unraveled fate.
The pencil, on the other hand,
Has had a tiring week.
She tried to fill too many demands
And ended up growing weak.
For every time she was wrong,
For every time she failed,
The eraser came along
And cleaned her tragic trail.
That history made her,
Those lessons made her tough.
The eraser thought he’d saver her
But only made the day rough.
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