Dorothy Eleanor

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Shake the mosaic
Jostle the pieces of me, not yet cemented in place

Turn them over
One side pristine, the other scratched and scored

Handle them gently
We learned whole pieces can become parts, through negligence or force

Mind the edges
Not all are smooth, some are liable to draw blood

Keep in mind
The whole picture
When you place them
A beautiful piece might not fit the whole
The hole might not fit the piece
Don’t draw too much attention to one area
Don’t let it be dull

Don’t let me be dull
Shake the mosaic
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