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The Principles of the Sharing
by Rebecca LinLittle childish things,
like crayons
or dolls.
I'd keep them in my arms
and swing around.
They weren't yours.
They weren't yours.
Gee, the principles of sharing
never worked for me.
You'd get along well.
You're both my friends
and I can just tell.
But why...
you didn't have to leave.
I didn't see it coming.
That band stirred my soul,
funny sounding, I know.
Okay, fine,
it's their cd you own.
I hope my grandma's alright. I hope to God she is.
Why does it always take EVERYTHING?
Gee, the principles of sharing
always screwed me. 03/09/2006 Posted on 03/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 Rebecca Lin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Phineas on 03/10/06 at 03:55 AM Sometimes we have the right to be selfish. You need something of your own without other people stealing your identity.
Very meaningful piece. Makes me think. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/10/06 at 06:38 AM Pretty cool "stream of conciseness" type poetics. Nice job. |
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