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.
