Paper Clips of Life

When paper clips go missing
‘t may seem a trivial thing
But after weeks and months of it
The loss will start to sting.

Like tiny drops of water
For ever dripping, so
In years to come the subtle wear
Is more than one great blow.

As the years are rolling,
The petty acts of strife;
The paper clips gone missing,
Write the story of my life

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About Rosalie Squires

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