Making Electricity with our Hair
at night in the dark
my sister and I
used to watch brilliant sparks fly
as we brushed our hair
the electricity snapped in the air
we could see it in the dark
it was kind of a lark
the zap of the sparks made us laugh
electricity making, was our kind of witchcraft
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