Squircle Poem by david e golledge

Squircle



Life and i
had a bit of
a disagreement
yesterday.

We couldn't quite
get it together
somehow.

Felt like
a square peg
being forcefully
hammered into
a round hole.

Today should be better.

All that pounding
must have rounded
my edges a little.

Perhaps i'm now a circle.

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