Square
I am plain, being given very little.
The world sees me as inferior to
my diaganal halves. But I continue
to be used in that which makes a
larger. My four sides may buckle,
but it is the same for everyone. 360
degrees, the sum of my angles. You
may called my what you will, but I
am happy to to called a Square...
Copyright © Rocky Swartzfager | Year Posted 2012
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