Was told foretold
am cold.
Ire have I
unmolisiusly
irked.
Expected well faceted
diamond crushed this
piece of old coal.
At the price such as
diamonds so made
not wishing to be a
lump of coal.
Rough edges
this I know
yet wish to
grow.
Yesterday past
today nearly
gone
tomorrow perhaps.
I may learn
all your
songs.
Uloia Norris Moore
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