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Nov 9
I am not cut out for this—

The child with safety scissors,
Carefully cutting her paper
Snowflake, tongue between

Her teeth, veered too much
From the marked lines--
And now her beautiful creation
Is jagged and scarred, ruining
The Christmas decorations.
Written by
Sia Harms
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