Im a dot,
A small black powerful dot,
I can spoil a celebrity autograph
I make void a bank cheque signature
I can spoil a sentence, a tiny story:
“A man walked along the. road”
With my friends, we make something mysterious:
“then the door closed………………….”
I highjack a comma
I meet up with another dot
I question myself with a scimitar shape
We dots, team up with our friends, the dashes to make the well known Morse code
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Copyright © Alexander Seal | Year Posted 2015
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