Paper, we scribble on you,
And you give us so much info,
Don't you?
Paper, you become a crumply lunch bag,
And you hold my delicious lunch for me,
Don't you?
Paper, we make flying shapes out of you,
You glide at hyper speed for us,
Don't you?
Paper, we sign contracts on you,
We make money from what we sign,
Don't we?
Paper, we put you in banks,
Signing amounts of currency,
Don't we?
Paper, you do everything for us.
I'll sign my name on you,
For I have a contract with you.
You're so beautiful.
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