If I went to prison,
I'd take ten thousand sheets of paper,
I'd never get bored or lonely
because I'd make ten thousand cranes.
If I went to prison,
I'd never get bored or lonely,
I'd sit for ten thousand hours
making folds for days and days.
If I went to prison,
I'd sit for ten thousand hours,
watch the walls fill up with sunlight,
watch the cell fill up with cranes.
If I went to prison,
How the inmates would berate me!
crazy woman who folds paper
can't even see her, for the cranes!
But as the sun was setting,
I would borrow someone's lighter,
I would set the cranes on fire,
burn to ash and fly away.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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