The Ball Poem
What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,
What, what is he to do
I saw it go Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then Merrily over—there it is in the water
No use to say 'O there are other balls':
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What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,
What, what is he to do
I saw it go Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then Merrily over—there it is in the water
No use to say 'O there are other balls':
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters