Precious

by Amethyst   Jan 27, 2006


I lost something dear to me.
Oh, woe is me.
Without it I do not know what to do.
I heard it drop but didn't stop.
Now it's lost and it'll cost.
I lost my precious,
My precious mechanical pencil of .5.
Oh, woe is me.

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