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Dear GBC Shredmaster 6020s,

You have a big mouth

that really enjoys eating paper

and CDs

and even paper clips

(I always wonder where they go).

No one will steal a glance

at precious files, no more.

Your metallic digestion

sure takes care of that.

How do you eat so much

paper in such a short time?

Information collected

over years and years,

rendered useless

in seconds.

No one will steal identities

thanks to your steely jaws.

The confidential now

incomprehensible.

Manila folders? You say

NOM NOM NOMgarrrrrr…

I try not to give you too much

at one time, you get angry

and your stomach starts to hurt.

Sometimes you’ll even puke on me.

At least its only paper.

Just don’t eat my fingers,

please.

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b-woods
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Aug 2, 2010
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