Odd one, by sweetNsour Subscribe to rss feed for sweetNsour

When you are told to choose the odd one out, it tkes a while
to figure out at times-other times just one look it is
obvious before your eyes, that one,
So different
Making no sense there.
Then at that point you start thinking to yourself where
would be a perfect spot for this odd one?
At times you may relaize there might not be a place.
It is an outcast shape,
No significance you can think off,
Nothing seeminly important,
No purpose that is known at this time
In this area 
Posted: 2013-03-13 18:58:28 UTC

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