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Teeter totter,
I am sorrow fodder;
No silver fill
For hollow cavity.
Poorly built,
A single tilt
And I struggle to find
My center of gravity.

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annaswirlsannaswirlsover 17 years ago
awesome!

perfect bite sized poem, much enjoyed.

AmyfriendAmyfriendover 17 years ago
A very..

neat little poem..well done.

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
Excellent

metaphor, crafted with precision.

Neat-o

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
contention

A little snippet of an inter struggle.

Unbridled_PassionUnbridled_Passionover 17 years ago
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I enjoyed your poem

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