The ring that was perfect lost!
The ring that was precious gone!
Oh Lord! What a lost cause she is?
Why give her another? A ring that was pretty, wasted.
Sadly, the memory was never!
Autumn dressed for winter and marching came spring
In the meadow, below the big willow
While she collected rocks, A ring she found
A dull flabby ring she found.
Rejoiced , wore it like a crown
Ha! Pretty she felt..
Shimmering summer slowly removed her coat for autumn,
And autumn passed her responsibilities to winter later.
On a warm winter day,at the irony she laughed
Flabby it is, yet it remains!
Perfect she knew this was.
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