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The Missing Piece
Where do I fit in? Staying in one spot.
Lying on the ground. Abandoned, rejected.
Feeling all alone. No one seems to care.
No one stops to stare.
Stop and look at me!
For I am the missing piece!
Covered in dirt, stepped on, and battered.
Time passes by, still no one seems to stop,
And say hello.
Stop and look at me!
For iam the missing piece!
I try to roll away, but always seem,
To stumble and fall. PLEASE!!!!
Take me from this spot.
Where is my big O?
Stop and look at me!
For I am the missing piece!
Lying on the ground. Abandoned, rejected.
Feeling all alone. No one seems to care.
No one stops to stare.
Stop and look at me!
For I am the missing piece!
Covered in dirt, stepped on, and battered.
Time passes by, still no one seems to stop,
And say hello.
Stop and look at me!
For iam the missing piece!
I try to roll away, but always seem,
To stumble and fall. PLEASE!!!!
Take me from this spot.
Where is my big O?
Stop and look at me!
For I am the missing piece!
Published 26th Jun 2014
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