Get The Shakes
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Under a glass bubble we be
Little pieces of desert like stuff,
Some purplish tone, some greenery.
And when the bubble's shook enough,
The white sands 'round us whirl about,
Taking some time to settle back.
Must be a human thing no doubt,
Shaking things up, a human knack.
So many fingerprints upon
The glass above reminds us that
We're a must do phenomenon,
To grab and shake this habitat.
We are resigned to shake up fate,
As humans grab this paperweight.
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