Toothpicks

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Piece by piece, my city will rise skywards

Skywards, being my apartment's ceiling

No man can stop me; I am undeterred

Nothing can put down this wondrous feeling


Darling, you don't understand my new task

Soon great creations will stand before us

Stopping's not an option, so don't you ask

I love you darling, there's no need to fuss


Children, these are not your toys to play with

These are daddy's artwork, made by his hands

But they're yours to inherit at my death

To maintain and make sure they always stand


One hundred and fifty thousand tooth picks

Form a city as long as the glue sticks

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