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You are fed up
of being A little green turtle,

Wanting to fly
Seeing the clouds in the skies
Drifting,

Pray for nature to change you
Extend your tail much longer like
The braided hair Of rapunzel,

Get off the house
above you
And be a little bigger than
what turtles are supposed to be
And nothing greenish now,

Little green turtle
You can be white & flimsy
and even taller

On some cellophane wings
On a longer paper swinging tail
On a proposed compromise
Of become a summer kite

Inanimate

but steadily flying by a strong string
with a boy pulling
wherever you go

You still want it?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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