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The Paper
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Oh Paper, Oh,
What, where,
Which, who, how
Why even
The catapult,
Enstretched,
So dangerful.
Release, let go,
Threaten life
As it is.
A red lump,
A defaced strech
On a soft
Thing
Look out,
Quack duck,
No not there,
There.
Too late, the
Tides are
turned



