Stitched Mosaic Poem by Spunky Minx
Stitched Mosaic
I picked a piece of tinted glass to make my room,
I jointed it gently with the buttons I had already held,
I practiced sewing only for that good,
I bought a red string, for only what it meant.
I went out for a walk, only to see light, and held out my hands for it to recollect,
To bring it to my room, so then the tinted glass,
Filled that place of doom with lovely sentiment.
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