
An etch in time, a cut not deep
While in her prime, no tears to weep
A photo glass in her left palm
Slicing a pass, regarded calm
Bad reflection, bad attitude
No infection, my gratitude
A sestet poem with eight syllable and about my cut from the glass a photo frame while attempting to wash away the fingerprint smudges with soap and water. Oooo! Ouch!
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Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!