Nothing But a Kite
up
we all strive
to so be in the hive
but on that lovely hill top
yes, the only one you luckily are
ill mocking everyone of us from afar
our hopeful eyes you trample with laugh
our food you left us half of the half of its half
but your heavy head has likely forgotten
or locked up in a pride with a button
you are nothing but a paper kite
soared to a greater height
behold from any time
can be blown
down
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