The minimalism of
a bobby pin—only
holding what it
can—but no woman
will underrate its
steely arms.
Let me be a
bobby pin in
the hand of
God—holding
up the drooping
soul of a friend.
Small, but
usable—never
worthless, always
given purpose.
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
The minimalism of
a bobby pin—only
holding what it
can—but no woman
will underrate its
steely arms.
Let me be a
bobby pin in
the hand of
God—holding
up the drooping
soul of a friend.
Small, but
usable—never
worthless, always
given purpose.
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