Dandy Little Thing


Finding my tool I feel better,

Work must be done and I am doing,

Figuring out piece by piece my place,

Whatever way leads me I trust.


Make a home for yourself,

Every day gets better in the place you belong,

Right? Or do I belong anywhere?

Ends lead into and merge toward new beginnings,

Yet I always hold onto things I don't need,

And look at my tools! They're as good as new!

  • Author: Tomo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2018 22:40
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 6

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