Thursday, January 20, 2011

Rusty



Some think I am rusty,
I say I am not.
Look closely and see,
What you might have forgot.

What you call rust is nothing to fuss.
'Neath the surface and forged of steel,
Oxidized stronger with time I feel.

Furnace born and fire bred,
of scraps and pieces someone shed.
Stronger not weaker you can feel,
This part it seems was cast of steel.

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