Paper Thread

The paper thread is catching words from me
while enthusiasm bounds along,
fit as a story, and twice as free.
I think I’ll like this life of mine;
as long as the thread keeps up our game,
as long as the blue sky stays fine,
and the poems and stories still sing my name.
Yes, I think I’ll like this life of mine,
whatever plot the thread may wind.

The End

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