I do stuff. So there.
a fold
then another
behold
it takes flight
and soars in the hearts of the young
and it's height
is not overlooked
by the laughter
around
the patter of feet
as it floats to the ground
the simple
is ever exceeding its call
nothing it seems
is small
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