In the morning,
I had enough papers,
And enough ink,
Something got stuck.
I made a rope,
With papers,
Glued with that ink.
I couldn't help it.
It was in the afternoon,
It was stuck again.
I made the rope again,
With paper and ink.
This time I climbed down,
To rescue it,
But it drowned.
It was in the night.
Something knocked on my door,
It was it.
Drenched in ink.
It asked me,
"Why did you let me drown?
In your own ink?"
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