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Sunday, July 24, 2016

THE CHOPPER AND MY LOST, MANGLED KITE

I flew my kite on one windy day,
Then along came a chopper that cut it away,
The chopper-man gave me a smile,
While all the while,
My kite blew far, far astray.

I knew that my kite was forever gone,
For I waited up waiting from dusk till the dawn,
And, I feared once in the trees,
My kite would be mangled by breeze,
And, pieces spread over somebody's lawn. 


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