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(I’m in college for education, and in my teaching composition class we were given a prompt to write a poem about an inanimate object. After percolating for about two minutes, this popped out. Thought you guys might feel the same way!)
An ode to a seam ripper
Truly, you are the most gracious of all tools.
An egg can’t be un-fried.
A glass can’t be un-shattered
But you can make things right.
You fix things
It’s what you were made to do.
You don’t ask who did it (you know it was me)
Or how it got this way to begin with
And time is nothing to you.
Even if it’s been days, months, years.
It makes no difference.
You can unravel it to the start
And make it new again.
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