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I stood atop a knarly log,
trying to learn balance
Falling off I bumped my nog,
as I tore my pants
Looking up I saw a tree,
swaying in the breeze
Blood was squriting out my knee,
I fumbled for my keys
Driving down the road a ways,
looking for a clinic
Suddenly I saw a haze,
morphine did the trick
Tommorow I will lay a while,
something I must ponder
Balancing is not my style,
I was born to wander
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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