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Piece of Heart

August 10, 2011

By shoelessjoe, Highland, MI

The mighty oak
Fills my eyes
And to my surprise
He's walking by.
I watch the piece of my heart
What a piece of art.
Every day I wonder when
I'll ever get it back again.
He pulls it by a string.
What a terrible thing.
He puts it in his pocket
And seals it in a locket.
The piece of me wonders when
It'll ever see the light again.
And if he doesn’t care
Why does he dare
To keep the piece of my heart?


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