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Welcome to Crappy's. This site was created three years ago by an incredibly bored person but is now maintained by a few boring -yet not bored- people. The menu should pretty much tell you everything you need to know. Have fun! |
My Beloved Eraser
My eraser was always there
Until the day that I sat here
And erased and erased and erased away
Now forever I'll regret that day
It was pink and shiny and new
But off my desk the fragments flew
I did not stop since I did not see
How much my eraser really meant to me
If only I had written in pen
Maybe I would not have seen the end
Of my eraser that can not be replaced
Now I can only remember how it erased
Well, I made a box and gathered the remains
In the ground my erasers lays slain
Maybe if I had not sat here
Erasing with the eraser I thought would always be there
I would not be now regretting that day
The day my eraser went away
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