even the earth when viewed
from far is but a ball
a ball that you wont kick
this moutain of a problem
if you calm down
and distance yourself
to dissect it
will appear a mere little
map of america on a page
big though it may be
dont forget it is just a little tilt
of the earth that sends the
snow coming down and
the season going, and the
earth you and me running
all these years
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