How small can I be,
Smaller even than tiny,
Not of my height or weight,
But of my intellect, a dastardly fate…
The smallness of my brain,
Like the tiniest drops of rain,
Snow does also fall in small flakes,
Maybe that’s me as well, just more of a flake…
Is this self-depreciating,
No, nor is it self-devaluing,
Its just so much belittling fiction,
That its all I can do to keep from continuing with more diction…
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Ron
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a little bit of truth applies to all of us in this write. ;-)