Miss Fit
By nikki_chapman
Tue, 14 Feb 2006
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Poppies growing tall in a desert.
Dying in the harsh heat.
Like a zebra living in the arctic.
Ice-cold, forzen, unfriendly.
A confused puzzle piece,
Turn the world round.
Still doesn't fit.
A shiny promising key,
Needs a new door to engolf it.
An innocent cuckoo,
Cohabiting with precious canaries
Like a k in the word isolated.
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