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The Kid With Kite

The Kid With Kite

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Yesterday,

By the flank passing by,

I saw a clan,

With a master child,

He flew the kite higher and high.


Running errand,

With his head unpliant,

His nose at apex,

As if the zenith,

Egging were his pals.


No,

He fell not,

Just was his kite that flew away.

I wonder how different are we,

We who don't stray,

And have no time.


I never learnt how to fly,

Or to give a kite one flight.


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