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(1830 - 1902 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

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Poem By Danica Hicks

They pass me around from class to class
They use my nose to write
They hold me in their hands and mouths
But I can't put up a fight
When they make a mistake they use my end
And rubs until it burns
When I'm all used up they throw me away
And now it's someone else's turn

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