She saw me on the ground,
It was a warm summer day,
The breeze light in her hair,
She called me a dime, and peered at my glimmer,
But she left me there
Because dimes aren't worth picking up
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Unfinished Poems
PoetrySometimes I write in the early morning hours. When everyone else is sleeping and I'm the only one up, inspiration sparks.
5/11/19
She saw me on the ground,
It was a warm summer day,
The breeze light in her hair,
She called me a dime, and peered at my glimmer,
But she left me there
Because dimes aren't worth picking up
