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What can be forever wound up but never annoyed?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
What do angels sing in the shower?