PaperA Poem by Trevor McLeodbuy one thing and you have to buy 100 thing to go with itWere to go without paper I'd never need A pen or a ruler of useful mead That pencil, eraser and stapler alike Are randsom to all a paper knows rike And likened to glue and compass that might Encircle for hours a drawings delight To top with direction and set square of site And measure each paper in cosmo of light To fill with each marker in color and sprite And add to their flavor a paper draws tight In dwell of their union a paper holds rite When bringing to stores a paper grown sight
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