The Stick
I tossed a stick up in the air
To watch it fly around
I waited for that stick to fall
Before me on the ground
It must have been a special stick
That did not make a sound
For when I searched the ground ahead
That stick could not be found
I never did retrieve my stick
That disappeared that day
Perhaps the stick was mad at me
For throwing it away
The moral of the story is
Be careful what you say
For if a stick can resurrect
Then you should learn to pray.
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