Wow! This weekend just went so fast my head is spinning! But unfortunately my fun is over and I am here today to tell of a tragic tale, a sad story, an unhappy ending...
The story is about a bolt, a short one, but sturdy, sitting in a bin at a store with many other bolts. The day came and that little bolt was picked up and purchased, taken to someones home to eventually hold together something big. So proud that bolt was, wondering of all the wonders it will behold in just a short drives time...Alas, the happiness would not last. For the bolt was made with not a hexagonal head, but a round one instead. Now it will sit there, for there is no way to place it where it was supposed to go, no tool that could tighten it as tight as it could hold. So sad, but true, now to lay somewhere sad and blue never to be what it thought it was truly meant to become.
The story is about a bolt, a short one, but sturdy, sitting in a bin at a store with many other bolts. The day came and that little bolt was picked up and purchased, taken to someones home to eventually hold together something big. So proud that bolt was, wondering of all the wonders it will behold in just a short drives time...Alas, the happiness would not last. For the bolt was made with not a hexagonal head, but a round one instead. Now it will sit there, for there is no way to place it where it was supposed to go, no tool that could tighten it as tight as it could hold. So sad, but true, now to lay somewhere sad and blue never to be what it thought it was truly meant to become.
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