yes we stumble
and we mumble
as we fumble
every day
we feel humble
and we bumble
as we crumble
into clay
in the rubble
there is trouble
bursting bubble
in a spray
it is numbing
unbecoming
leaky plumbing
you might say
not perceiving
disbelieving
not achieving
what we may
there's an answer
to this cancer
be a dancer
when you sway
go in charging
even barging
be enlarging
in the fray
don't be frightened
with all heightened
you're enlightened
in this way
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