Saturday, October 3, 2015

a circle complains

I am not square
I wish I was a triangle
If I was a diamond,
I'd be too sharp

I keep going on
and never  end
with every turn
comes a new bend

I am too round
to be called an oval
too flat
I could be a jar
if I were I cylinder
but being a circle
oh, it does hinder

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