The thing that Sarah loved, loved her
because she had long hair.
She held the thing in blankets
and she took it everywhere.
Brushed by fly-away soft strands,
the thing quite quickly grew
to know the tickling Universe,
embrace a point-of-view.
What the pay-off was for Sarah,
when push came to shove,
she couldn’t think to say more
than it was enough to love.
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