My heart is like a wooden spoon:
It splinters after too much use.
My heart is like a wooden spoon:
It warps and cracks with some abuse.
My heart is like a wooden spoon:
To measure treasure it makes haste –
My heart is like a wooden spoon:
It has no nasty metal taste.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
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