Hadn't touched it in years,
Ten.
Peeled back the cellophane,
Excited.
Stark white,
Waiting.
Shavings trimmed,
Yellow.
Inhaled the Artgum eraser,
Sweet.
Touched the No. 2 lead to paper,
Nothing.
Don't know what greatness I was expecting
From my two-dollar notepad.
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