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She set it upon a desk
T

here it sat

Still and steady

On the right hand-side, corner

P

eacefully
Silently

The way it worked was beautiful as ever

How when force was pressed down upon it it'd make a

"Clink"

And it's beautiful reply to the clicks were followed with

Automatically lifting itself right up to take in more

It magically clipped together the white, slender, sheets.

The ones with blue lines that raced ahead of each other but only to end the race together

It was magic

No- it was a stapler.
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My dear friend who is now gone from Watty many moons ago, once asked me to make a poem about a stapler and so I did.
"Make a poem about a stapler"

Me: "okay then"

(I'll surly edit this with much delight because this was made around last year and needs editing.)