The game of kite


It was Saturday,
and the sun shone bright.
Harmon was ready with her bicycle,
to go, fly kite .
All of her friends were waiting,
for her in the playground,
they waited and waited,
until she was found.
They rushed to the old balcony,
and realized the wind was calm.
up they took their kite,
and boom it hit the tree of palm.
The girl who faced this accident ,
was quite happy, it wasn't a wire,
which would blast the poor paper kite,
and give it the color of a tyre.
All of them lost ,and the winner was Harmon.
One of them was unhappy, and acted formal.
"This is just a game" said the kind little Harmon.
"Where winning and losing is just normal !

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