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Pointed Snob

Point me a finger
And at least just consider
My desperate state

Point me a finger
Even though in disgust
And calm this little dust

Point me a finger 
Even if the middle one
And I’ll make you the little one

Point me a finger 
Even though in anger
And I’ll knock a little harder

Point me a finger
And rotate it with vigor
And I’ll grow a little bigger

But ignore me not
For I’ll grow no more
And become just a little knot!

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/28/2024 8:29:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.