Saturday, August 27, 2011

9-Volt Batteries

A shopping bag bearing fruit,
soggy from its journey.

A friendship born of a joke,
a mentor teaching his equal.

A gift always given,
unwrapped by its giver.

A troupe self-assembled,
cohesive by attraction.

A duty to a VIP,
unknown until tomorrow arrives.

A game of rivals,
powerful among culture and questioning in nature.

A tragedy of pride.

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