Because he is in history books, I have always
Believed in my ancestor Aaron; what I've doubted
Were the stories that he could fly
Or, when in particularly deep thought
Or at prayer, might start floating; his wife
Sewed stones inside the lining of his coat
Lest he pray outside and drift off forever;
(He surely rattled pleasantly when he walked.)
Lately I've begun wondering if I have it wrong
And the flying was real but not Aaron
That I'm semi-fictional must have
A reason. Also, I keep finding in my pockets
Striped stones that no one admits putting there.
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