December 27, 1975
1:00 a.m 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
The Little Things
It's as if the little things in life
Were finely detailed porcelain statues-
So beautiful and delicate
When viewed alone
But when the little things in life
Are viewed together
It's as if all these procelain statues
Are thrown in one big pile
And they become a broken mass
Of jagged glass.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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