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The Fantastic Four

By Cierra Brinkman


We always moved

Always here or there

Never there to long

We always moved


We seemed to only sit and eat

But even then we moved

Our lips and limps

We moved

We sat in the car

But never still

We sang out loud

And moved around

We were ourselves


We walked and talked

Or ran away

We were together

Along the way

We always seemed to move