Strings
The earth spins round and round
and I see the strings.
I try to pull on one,
but then I’m afraid.
So I wrap it round my wrist
and decide to go for a ride.
The earth spins round and round
and I see the strings.
I try to pull on one,
but then I’m afraid.
So I wrap it round my wrist
and decide to go for a ride.
Samuel DiPaola 
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