The plastic bag all used up and worn out
crawled closer precariously, sighing oh so tired,
Or was it the light wind that caught it up
and kept it go low while I was tricked by my mind
Moved by others or myself I feel like you plastic bag
used and abused I take a step forth then back,
Left on your own devices is not always that bad
when all those you search and find seems sheer mad
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