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| 'Found Object' by Trish |
I thought, I could wear that in my hair,
But then upon a closer look,
I saw it had no pin, nor hook,
no clasp or ribbon, nothing at all,
so I took it home and hung it on the wall.
It hung there for ever so long,
and I believed, it made me strong,
But the twists and turns were crumbling away,
all I could do was kneel and pray.
In my prayer, I begged the Lord,
to save my found object, I'd nailed to a board.
I asked for help, on this one thing,
I'd not ask for even mercy, until next spring.
It's only yesterday, the crumble came about,
so I've no idea how long I'll do without,
either my ornament found at the end of my street,
or lost mercy , but I'm starting to feel rather weak
Tushie
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