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My rolling pencil,
Where’s the rush? What’s your hurry?
You can stop you know.

You can stop, can’t you?
Clacking across the table
And nearing the edge.

No really, stop.
This is absurd and crazy.
Why do you do this?

What is wrong with you?
Do you not know the danger?
You must be insane!

the pencil reaches
the edge and totters down
over the precipice.

I inhale sharply,
And my hand swipes open air,
But it’s just too late.

The pencil crashes
To the ground, bouncing a bit,
And comes to a stop.

What more could I do?
I told it to stop, I did!
How could this happen?

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