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Paperclip Army
What if the "pages" of reality were held together by...
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| They seem unassuming, These bits and twists That pile in a cup- Such simple guests. "Paperclips" we call them, Because pages clip together. For so long as we look, Sinews of metal never stir! The warriors we never see, Stick figures of twisty- Marching bits of wire: Clackety Clickety. They hold in their grip So much more than pages: While our gazes slip, A secret battle rages. |