He hears an annoying tick,
telling him I'm broken-
not working properly-
not like the other toys.
I don't hear a tick,
I don't feel it,
I feel fine-
like the other toys.
He picks, and picks,
looking for a way to
fix me. But
I need no fixing.
My springs spring fine,
I have enough oil,
my screws are *******
Yet he picks,
and searches,
for the broken piece
he will never find.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
He hears an annoying tick,
telling him I'm broken-
not working properly-
not like the other toys.
I don't hear a tick,
I don't feel it,
I feel fine-
like the other toys.
He picks, and picks,
looking for a way to
fix me. But
I need no fixing.
My springs spring fine,
I have enough oil,
my screws are *******
Yet he picks,
and searches,
for the broken piece
he will never find.
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