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| Pharmkid |
Twisted wire, crooked, crude Thin and metal, sharp Not too shiny... But you put it there, On my finger... Ever so carefully, and nervous, Maybe as a joke or just for fun... A cheap little ring of metal and plastic That once held some silverware In a napkin and rolled Crude and not meant For beauty or symbol... Never-the-less It sits on my finger Stripped of it's plastic, No longer orange and bright Just a little wire... Twisted and special Simple and plain Like my love for you |
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