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You

You
Fidget in air,
Holding
Still
Only to be lifted,
Twisted
By an unseen rail.

Gliding by seconds,
Falling, flying,
Widening wings
To fit on breeze.

Hah!
You sway on strings unseen,
Posturing to keep me from your home,
Friends, food, or stomping grounds,
Yet I must mow.

I have that
How mundane

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