i may stumble and be pumbled.
i will tremble, slip and stagger,
not always able to wager.
i shall trip and crawl,
but never shall i fall.
i may whither and in agony,
yell out my uncertainy,
you may bend me in impossible angles
and mold me into impossible figures.
you might make me weep with every tear in melencoly,
but never will i break.
( the clock may tick and tock,
move around the block,
it's motions never failing,
grippping at me tensly,
but i shalt never lose my token).
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