Sharpening Wits
Feeling sharp as edges,but blunt as dull,
indecision haunts and taunts,
the way is lost.
Find, find!
The steel, the whetstone
and rally round,
about life.
Ah! Let's shape and sharpen
wits, hone truth
that lies.....
dormant.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-12-13 at 00:17
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