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Silk and Sandbox Through the trees a silken ribbon blows Riding the current of a lonely forest's woes Soaring, some say, above a strangling air But drifting ever downward into its throes To drape on the head of a boy, skin fair Playing with his monsters and his G.I. Joes Oblivious to the other army crawling there Biting the big invader in his derriere [auth note: inspired by one of Sonja
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