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The Pencil Sharpener

Saxby Pridmore

Jun 01 2013

1 mins

It’s a bit disconcerting, the pencil fits in snugly

But sticks out at an angle to the housing.

You check and reassured start twisting gently.

Wood thinner than women’s underwear crawls over your fingers

And as long as there are no jerks or withdrawals

It continues a virgin ribbon.

The lead is shaved of powder to pinpoint tall

And the smell of Californian cedar is not forgotten.

It’s all in the position

Of a tiny blade

In a confined space.

Completing the mission

For which it was made

A salute to the human race.

Saxby Pridmore

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