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They used to like me but now I just get used once or twice in year I felt pointless I guess I was dull Not young and mechanical Until you made me feel sharp I guess you steel little bits of me But if my life is short I’d rather give you my all They call me a #2 Makes sense you must be number one But I notice I am not the only one you make feel sharp You really go around I guess I am more dependent on you than you were on me . And now I know they aren’t the only ones who used me .
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Love poem pencil to a sharpener
They used to like me but now I just get used once or twice in year I felt pointless I guess I was dull Not young and mechanical Until you made me feel sharp I guess you steel little bits of me But if my life is short I’d rather give you my all They call me a #2 Makes sense you must be number one But I notice I am not the only one you make feel sharp You really go around I guess I am more dependent on you than you were on me . And now I know they aren’t the only ones who used me .
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
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