A Wren's Poems
A break from the flow of life.
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Rock Paper Scissor
I feel like a scissor
Trying to beat down rocks.
In an uneven matchup.
Guess I'll make more scissors
And chip down those rocks.
Until I manage to win.
Wren
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