Reality is not what it could be
It longs for better days
Once a beautiful city
Now a bombed-out ruin
But reality was prepared for this
And fled to friends in the north
Who offered a tiny cabin in the woods
As if reality could live alone
So it fled west to join
Other refugees on a sinking boat
Arrested when they came ashore
Where it settled in for the duration
Where as luck would have it
It was befriended by a group
Of eager children playing ball
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