Guess What It Is? Five

One or many you may own
It could be yours and yours alone
Glimmer's brilliant in the noon
It's your very own cucoon

When it has unbound from Earth
It smells of pricey-minded worth
But O! Beware it's toxic breath!
For in excess may cause you death

On the inside, on the outside
You reflect no matter what side
Handy for your needs in day
and when it's dark, it lights your way





Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-26 at 19:08

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