i walk about the streets neglected
seen many places
tho i seem to get around undetected
the years you know, have worn me thin
somewhat tattered
tho tossed about, i never wonder where i've been
protruding nail didn't cause my pain
no patches here
no doctors fees for someones gain
you need me more than i need you
i'm sometimes smelly
when it's time you will renew
nothing seems to offer me solace
tho i can be costly
you'll find me in your bottom closet
Saturday, May 17, 2008
What am I?
Posted by ritatortilla at 10:48 PM
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2 comments:
Well my dear I don't why you feel
the life saddness so deep. You must
step outside of the box of your sorrows, so that your heart can flow.
...your actually quite close to the answer to my riddle, in an inanimate sort of way...
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