Poem: I could fix it

I could fix it

without much trouble
if I had a chance
and the proper tool,
at least I think I can.
It may be delicate
and break worse
before it is back in shape.
I do not know.  That
could be what happens.
I do not think so.
I do not think
it is that delicate,
but it is not mine,
it is yours
and you can decide.
I do not think
there is a great risk,
though.  I think
it is not good
the way it is now.
I think it is fine
if it breaks worse.
It will only mean
it cannot be fixed.

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