Wednesday, August 2, 2017

When the waves had churned me up
And away from the present company excluded,
When the big waves washed me up
On the shore with the other trash,
A lone beach comber came along
And saw something shiny,
Saw something worth collecting in me,
Brought me to a nice shelf in a nice home over the hearth.
The waves had polished me.

-jenn

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