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Standing On Balls

To think the planet circles round while standing firmly as it falls. Knowing all this time we've claimed our way we're standing on balls. From standing on balls that circle to standing on balls that spin. We're standing on balls of purple and standing where balls have been. We're landing on balls of moonshine to landing where comets have hit. Belonging where life comes to circle and living where one comes to sit. Large balls coming at us as quickly as balls coming at us must swish. In hopes that our balls will keep missing while each of us carry's that wish. Roll on with the wind of a pinball and come on the ride of your life. Where man holds on tight by his toenails and travels along with his wife.

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