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Cubed

Orange, yellow, red, white, blue, and green

A spinning mess on an axis seen

From distant planets a paradise found

Turning slowly gray at the speed of sound

 

The war drums beat in amber waves

A present for the dreidel debt slaves

Layers heap and lawyers burst

Rules unheeded leave second and first

Without a home to call their own

Unrest is nature’s debt on loan

 

Even with layers second and first

No third is solved without a durst

But come apart to fall together

And the third swings ‘round and sticks forever

 

But go past one and never see

An end to the need

nor the will of the free

But watch ye closely and you will hear

The nimble fingers of Paul Revere.

 

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