RazbliutoA Poem by S. S. Allen
I would press reset;
Every time you messed up. Because everyone deserves forty two chances.
But you were forty one and three quarters the way. And at the last quarter, I paused, with my finger in mid air.
... I hit reset with all my strength. © 2017 S. S. Allen |
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Added on February 14, 2017 Last Updated on February 17, 2017 Author
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