Monday, May 7, 2007

a riddle

I shouldn't admit this, but this is the first time I got a riddle...ever:

You grasp my handle and give me a push.
I rotate and roll, doing my job.
You put pressure on me,
and I cause division.
Then you enjoy the fruits of my labor,
while I lie, cast aside, feeling cheesy and red of face.

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