Marbles Round
Marbles Round
From sand to glass through 1500 degrees of heat
Machines move on in furnace burning
Marbles forming down without a care
Orange spheres appear and fear no evil
Move along a cooling belt to calm
Marbles get a little crazy in the shade when still
Prefer crystal clinking sounds against each other
Out in the clearer air
Where bounced on ground they reach
Thrown in the sky in light of day
Dazzle through sun light and sparkle
Nothing in the world gives one more pleasure
Than to play on solid corners sharp
Concrete noises with glass are equal in the end
Marbles round out the day that way as best they can
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