WhItEBOarD

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A poem for The Camelion

The idea of a white

Board is perplexing

The chance to write words

Then to erase them! A wonderful

Fantasy wiped from the world

To take your own words out of existence

To make your own meaning in what isn't there.

What's always been there is perhaps what's missing--

NOTHING.

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