Was told foretold
am cold.

Ire have I
unmolisiusly
irked.

Expected well faceted
diamond crushed this
piece of old coal.

At the price such as
diamonds so made
not wishing to be a
lump of coal.

Rough edges
this I know
yet wish to
grow.

Yesterday past
today nearly
gone
tomorrow perhaps.

I may learn
all your
songs.

Uloia Norris Moore

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