Guess What It Is? Eight

Many stack and set one another

To reason and share one another

Each one has jobs that others don't

And many are built so they won't

Many have some mouths and eyes

Some do open, some do rise

When you have one, your design

Will make it match what is inside your mind

Some do murmur, some so laugh

Some can hold all that you have

Some have many numbers of faces

They can take you to other places



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-30 at 08:13

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