in California
June 22nd, 2002
I am a future lanyard,
Being sewed by a little child.
My strings are tied together.
One string gets furious,
And all the partners fall apart.
Red string, green string,
All fly into the mad air.
I crash on the hard ground,
And my poor bone splits into pieces.
The child picks me up,
And the partners get along this time.
Another colorful layer is sewn.
One layer by one layer,
I grow up to be a true lanyard.
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