Frisbee Dependence

My Precious, your faithful, how we fly only when combined.

Compelled, driven and drawn, together, as sword unsheathed.

Warrior when with, commoner without, what now to do’ you.

In on a world changing like the wind, we spin, in unison.

We are not alone, other pairs we know, like riders and horses.

Who is which of you and I, control or subtle influence, lost.

Always at my side if not flight or in the hand of another, lay.

On the sand or grass, pavement, roof top or mountain, return to.

As am sad or otherwise unsure, let us dance and be daring.

Other cowboys converge for a show down, and to show off.

We have come to know your ways, now nothing is the same, need.

So shall sweet flight be set you, draw- fire, and fire, and burn.

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