A Promise

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A littleΒ pieceΒ of metal
Jagged and scarred
Off colored
A little light of heart
You slip it on my finger
A promise you laugh
It doesn’t shine or twinkle
But it fits nice and snug
Like a crown it rules
Three fingers from my thumb.

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