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Snowglobe pt. I
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Extended Poetry When the snowglobe starts to settle
To a world so out of breath
Can we breathe?
Oh, sympathy of mine?
All these simple people
In their simple sort of ways
A ring around the rosey
Their ashes still settle to the ground
Like a tired out snowglobe
Underneath the chaos of the storm
The earth is settled down
To a roof of glass
Settled like the tired ashes to the ground
Like the people on earth's broad shoulders
