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You SendYou send tiny pieces, a bit at a time. Each one I hold gently, and juggle with care. Every day, the picture's different. It changes with each shape. The picture's so confusing, as there are so many different ways of putting the pieces together. But I will keep on playing. I am so captivated and wanting to know more and more. I love this game immensely, and I am often quite amused. The picture enlarges daily, as the pieces are added, What I see is often unclear, and contradictory, but that is fine. I simply love the puzzle of you! Joy Weare. 29th October, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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