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fit to me
your many pieces –
crooked
cranky
surely fine
wedge into these corners
tempted –
moments cleft
the hands of time
bargain basement
parts forsaken –
take of more
these treasures true
bind with mercy
each confession
crooked
cranky –
fit for you
. . .
tornadoday 
“bargain basement…, crooked/cranky” You must have heard someone talking about me again. ~xo~
Paul
LOL! You’d think. 😀 Surely………. ~ Thank you, Paul. ~ Much always, Me
No matter the way, the path that is needed, as long as it fits together and leads to the right place it will no doubt bring about the most joyful conclusion! A lovely poem to begin my morning! God bless Bobbie!
The longest paths are sometimes afforded with the most spectacular views. 🙂 Love to you, Wendell. ~ Always, Bobbie
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