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Found a kite

by Marc Low

 

If you should ever find a kite

And fly it in the air,

You’ll find it flying beautifully,

Flitting, soaring there;

 

The people staring will be awed

And think that it’s your kite;

Poets and lovers will all laugh

And smile at your kite’s sight.

 

And when it rains the kite will fall

And flounder to the ground,

And with a sigh you’ll leave at last

With that kite that you found.

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