Bye Bye Button
third hole down,
a sad sight to see,
a bright red button,
has chosen to flee,
my coat is in tears,
at having this flaw,
as i stand at the glass,
and reflect what i saw,
the neat row of buttons,
is now missing three,
that red little button,
that chose to flee..
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2013
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