So light he is, so bright he is,
Always clean and on shape,
So sharp he is,
that cuts he makes.
The Paper Man,
Demanding he is,
Paper, Paper, Paper,
All he cares, all he sees...
Blood and Paper should not match,
However blood is made of his scratch
The Paper man...
All he cares, can fit on his paper,
numbers, signatures, and more PAPER...
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paper, paper, all those trees, yet it is something we do need.Karina, this is a neat and different little write.I like it, it's catchy ~~~~~~~~waves.xo~~***