Kite

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Let go of my string,

the fog is a-scatter,

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I’ll keep to the wind

flying high o’er the surf

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as it pounds out its reason

on shale and stone.

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The full moon’s aweigh

and Neptune’s at play –

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let go of my string, and

it’s up and away.

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© 2019  Betty Hayes Albright

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