Non-Erotic PoetryThank you, Old ScarA shooting star glanced off of my life.
So carefully I looked where it had touched
And saw merely a dent.
Because it aimed unknowingly
And touched upon an old scar
And then on its merry way it went.
I smiled as the truth of it hit home;
That wishing on a star is silly!
And I gaily traveled on.
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