Bits and Pieces
By sjp31
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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I am the clumsy made up girl
Who needs much more than glue
To hold the fragments in their place
The borrowed bits, the new.
I could not fit inside their box
And so am scattered on the rocks.
The crags of stone catch hold of me
To stop me floating out to sea.
They hold me to a shape I'd fit
If only I would try a bit.
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