or nothing at all
Your words strong and clear
can easily disappear
You rarely look nice
and are usually musty and dusty
what you have to say
depends on what I want to say
your words are usually beige
running my hard tips against your surface
makes you screech
washed once a week
by the naughty child in the cornor
the sight of you
brings memories of
math problems
spelling words
grammar and more
the likes of you
are beginning to disappear
as white boards and smart boards
slowly take your place
soon you will be no more
only a distant memory
destined to fade
and find your place in history
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