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Eraser

In the days of old, before the eraser’s birth

A simple piece of bread held priceless worth

A small, moistened wad, to fix mistakes 

On paper and parchment, where pencil marks would break

 

For 170 years, this was the way

To correct errors and start anew each day

But then came Priestly, with a discovery so grand

A substance, caoutchouc, that was perfectly in demand

 

It wiped away the marks, the black lead pencil left

With ease and precision, it was deft

It was dubbed “rubber,” a name so fitting 

For its ability to erase, without a single splitting

 

And so, the era of the eraser began

No longer needing soggy bread in hand

A simple, pink creation on the end of a pencil

To fix any mistake, big or minuscule

 

Ode to the eraser, a marvel of invention

A tool for perfection, without apprehension 

From England\'s Lake District to the world at large

The eraser, a symbol of progress and charge

 

So let us remember the days of yore

When bread and moistened dough were the eraser’s core

And be grateful for Priestly’s contribution 

To the simple, yet mighty, pencil revolution. (\"Eraser\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.