My Eraser Provider
Monkeys just cant seem to understand.
Your the only one I can stand.
Even when you are put down ,
Really big mistakes seem to go brown.
Always will I remember;
Silent I was but persistent you were.
Every time, you always seemed to erase my mistakes,
Reducing the problem to crumbs of cake.
Providing me with a rubber eraser,
Ready to resolve my problem, you are my tracer.
Obscure as it may sound.
Versatile as it may bring around,
I now realize that this will be perpetual.
Dying to be able to hold a valid discretion.
Extrovert you certainly are, and with that
Response you give me your all.
My Eraser and My Provider
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