Wednesday, August 1, 2012

By D. E. Allen                                                                                                                                             

You had a broken handle when you first came to me.
Thrown away just like broken people are,
in our society.

So I took some epoxy putty and a new handle for you I made.
Then I restored you to your rightful place,
beside my garden hoe and spade.

For a tool some thought to be broken, you have more to give I see.
That is why I like my mended garden tool so much,
it is so much like me.

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