Strings flying around wildly
That’s all it is really
Just flying around getting tangled
Like the jingle I heard the other day
Not sure what the words are
So I hum a hum hum
It meshes with the wind
Floats around too for some reason
Invisible and kind of chunky
You know the soup
They say it’s for the soul
Only I don’t know anyone
Who has one of those things
So I pray a prayer pray
It drowns in the light way up there
Twirling up and then down
Headed for the ground
Then I stomp a stomp stomp
Need to put it out like a cigarette
Smokes a little then its out
So I smile and walk away
Chuckling at silly strings
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