A kite flies among the cottonballs
It is black and wears a long tail
If one squints, it looks like the wicked witch of the west
flying over Kansas
getting ready to write:
SURRENDER DOROTHY!
with her broom.
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Every day in some lingual fray I empty out my cup Words struggle to fledge over the ledge I try not to interrupt
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