Love
Once I thought I wanted some,
So, I went looking for it.
I looked long and hard,
Finally found it, perfect!
I took it home and used it.
I thought it was a perfect fit.
Then it began to itch.
I scratched, but it got worse.
I decided to take it back.
Didn’t get much, it was used.
Slow learner, I still want some.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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