I saw a man holding a catapult towards
the sky
Aiming at the glittering star.
At a glance he'd released a shot:
Bong! Confluence first,then the star
dropped.
That's how man dies.
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A lad who pushed forth her feet,
And slung it in a boat-like shoe. Its
Expanse was larger than her leg,
Yet for self-sake she merged. ---
What would we call this?
Emotions' train or lodging field?:
A bright berry at h...
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Mama's skirt was pulled
At the helm by the slightest finger:
The grip was fooled:
For the tip of the shortest lingered.
Mama had waved this off,
And the gentle breeze commemorate her action-
'thout looking back, harder she wav...
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