Don’t Come Around
©carol voccia 2011
Don’t come pressing around me
When the mood strikes
And then leave
Taking with you my salt
Where do you get the grit thinking
I will be there to catch you with each whim?
I lost my net a long time ago and my edges
Are slippery
Think twice about
Dividing your time without the “giving back” part
Your web will be without one of
Its prongs soon enough
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