cobbled together she lived her life her own way, she cobbled everything together, the best she could, with tape and wire and cement she hammered and fixed it up smoothing out every dent, only thing she couldn't was her heart she had that broken, once, unmended all those years, unended all those tears, untended all those fears, she poured her love into children and dogs and the elderly she served in her job, she deserved a better end, but, who can defend against a well-lived life cobbled together? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤
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