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Toy Car


Toy car,


made of metal of the earth


Wind it up


It's power within


Off it goes


But will eventually stop

All its wound up energy, gone.


Or go off the edge, unable to stop


Now, a toy car



made of metal of the earth



Drawn to a magnet



No will of its own



Following a natural, unlimited force



Drawn, by what it is made of,



Natural



It will go, only where it can go.



To where it must go.



Both cars move forward



One met it's end



The other, met, the End.

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