Spilled Pencils

Ideas that rummage in my mind, but find no place to stay,

Seeking refuge in this page of wonder

Lead Pencil, 0.5 Lead, Benevolence

There is a boy across that neighbors me, and will sacrifice the best curry to feed a starving man.

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There is a fool in that small city, which could have it all, but takes only what he needs, and says he has it all.

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There is a friend that never sees life as a glass half empty.

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There is the closest saintly figure you could find around here

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Hikari Netto, you ask? There he is, wolfing down another bowl of curry.

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I smashed this pencil to bits, and kept the Lead to myself.

This is just about the wackiest thing I've ever written, ever. What did you think? Wacky?

Rose: You were close, so very close.