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Created on: March 25, 2009
Round Body
Round body,
Forced to work in square hole.
"Suck it up," friends say,
"There's no jobs out there - make yourself fit - whatever it takes!"
Full, round body
Bruised and bleeding,
Try as I might,
I never seemed to fit!
Called into the office
"You just don't fit," they said.
We're a square,
You're a round,
We don't need a round,
We need a square!
Now,
Full round body,
Dances in circles.
Part selkie, part faerie,
A writer,
A poet,
A comforter!
I created my own round hole,
Full, round body,
Round hole
Perfect fit!
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