The RingA Poem by TTBoy28Set in its way It waits for its occupant Be it a perfect fit or not Someone will wear it Though time may not be very kind A little elbow grease could approve the lease And as cloaking causes choking The only way out results in shedding and a shout Whereas its way may lay on display It can never be re-done either by a longer or wider one With practice it can get worn out instead of out-worn © 2011 TTBoy28 |
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Added on August 15, 2011 Last Updated on August 16, 2011 |

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