Scattered

Written By: R.H. Hope - Apr• 30•12
You smiled and I dropped my marbles,
little bits of my life scattered on the floor.
You were amused; I felt flustered as I
crawled around trying to put it back together.
Then the hair stood up on the back of my head:
Goosebumps, heart pounding, hands shaking
when I realized I made these marbles just for you.
 
 
 

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