August gave me "pencil shavings." Here is a (very) short poem, with apologies to Shakespeare for stealing a line out of Othello.
Who steals my purse steals trash--
pencil shavings of a life
eraser bits left behind
with crumpled-up selves in the corner.
It's not the pencil that matters.
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