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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2002 Jun 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.16.01.48.3625]] |
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You created me from broken pieces Scraps of wood with dangerous splinters Took some glue and spent the winter Putting me back together. Hours of labour you begave me Long, long nights without a break and Made a shelf for me to stand on Prize of your collection. Then one night your temper failed you You turned me back to what I had been Broken to pieces, back in splinters The remains of your creation. Now someone new has come along With the magic glue of old But I refuse to fit a mold And become anyones creation. |