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Scratch
That shifting noise, cannot describe it.
A sort of sliding, ear drums subside it.
Listen close, and try to focus,
What is that noise, that will provoke us.
Scratch, must be the noise I hear,
Where are you, you sound so clear.
It starts and stops, when I try to admire,
That little noise, that stops when I tire.
Oh gentle sound, I long to capture,
No one will compete with your gentle stature.
Oh gentle sound, I long to catch,
That godforsaken pencil scratch.
