Speck
Speck o' speck,
can you enlarge,
and grow,
raising all eyebrows,
you do,
and they do,
you envelope,
and they are engulfed,
then it all busts,
and you are back to million specks,
scattered and littered,
they are back to eyes screwed,
waiting for next speck to outgrow.
this is what happens with all fame and wealth.
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