Years ago, I used to love the chalk.
I scribble incessantly instead of talk.
Somehow, when words are written,
the meaning is totally different.
I miss the times when my fren and I
would just write instead of speak eye to eye.
It is weird, but fun in a unique way
This is how MIRC came about today.
Now, the chalk has become obselete,
but that does not make my story complete.
For, somehow, a new invention emerge from an unknown cleft,
To take over the legacy that its ancestors left.
I must admit that I have not lived my NS life in vain,
For today, I lived my childhood years all over again.
My fren and I had fun playing on the whiteboard with one another.
I love u-- darlingest whiteboard and marker.
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