Today is like a feather in the wind
Swaying back and forth
Holding on against a strong force
Perhaps someone who is aware of matter
Would attempt to stop the matter
Silence the chatter
Lend a hand
Step up to the plate
Be the batter
Send to flight
Al unnecessary clatter
So thing can return to an even place, not tatter.
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