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olly olly oxen free spirit
circles I dance round you faster,
catch me if your can can move fast,
dart, switch, leap, twist, land on on all for
I'm behind and ahead of the time spent on reaction,
Split before the art of anticipation, guessing games,
a riddle, a fiddle I'm playing as if it were harps
and the sound bouncing off the walls
comes back to you
red rubber echos.
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