BrOken Glass
Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
No longer smooth and pleasant to the hands and eyes
Broken,
Broken is this glass.
Many jagged edges are now dangerous to
the touch
Broken and distorted is this glass
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