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Broken Toy


A toy you say? Well that might be, But look closer At what you see. Within it, Many things twist and grind, Gizmos and gadgets Of all shapes and size. The toy, it moves, Because of those. If one thing breaks, The others go. The toy just stops Within its tracks, But still you play, Because it’s not bad. You have fun, Playing your games. Making the toy move, But it stays the same: Moved by force, Immobile, unfixed, All because Of the gadget that slipped. All it takes Is a small repair, And though it takes time, It’s worth it, I swear! -Rebecca J. C.
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MusicalFox
In darkness, poetry was a light. This poem enabled me to express what I could not convey.
MusicalFox
In darkness, poetry was a light. This poem enabled me to express what I could not say.

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