Scissors Cut My Finger

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Scissors cut my finger.
I wasn’t enough cautious
With their sharp edges, blades that cut flesh.
Oh woe betide!

How much I detest your cutting teeth.
They rip and tear and burn my skin,
Like your terrible touch
Your malevolent lips.

I cast you away,
Out of my horrid view.
You cut my papers,
But you had sliced me too.

It marred me so when
I had to bandage my own wound.
But it healed, and I found
A new pair of sheers for use.





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