The Pencil Sharpener

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Went the pencil sharpener as I sharpened
My pencil

When I dumped
The pencil sharpener
Out,
The air smelled
Like wood as the shavings
Fell down like snow.

I licked the pencil sharpener
And it tasted blank
Like air on my tongue.

And when I sharpened my
Pencil again, I felt the soft
Vibration of my
Pencil sharpener sharpening my pencil.

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