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Happens to all of us, even me.

One day you end up going down,

to see

the people. Once there you beg and clown

for a piece of stale Wonder Bread

or a soggy potato chip.

Some boys throw rocks and sticks that make you go hopping cross hot sand, squawking.

But the experimenters are the ones to watch out for.

Mystery pills are not food- do not eat them!

 

I shrill and it annoys you,

but I don’t know how else to say.

The ocean’s waves are crashing

too loud.

More wary than I was before,

 

But I can still soar.

 

 

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