My great friend Mike asked me to write a Poem to contribute to his blog and I thought I should post it here as well!
wtf buttons?
Content in waiting waned when a button unraveled from my shirt.
And Just before it rolled down my chest into the palm of my hand,
It held as fast as a loose tooth the Hole third from the top.
My shirt stayed closed but that tacky butonless hole cried out
For its button.
I can sew on my own button, but its void stirs a longing.
Look at my shirt incomplete and say "it is not good that the man should be alone
Semicolon
I will make a helper fit for him."
-Devin Colby Jones
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