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I feel like Willy Tea wrestling two tigers.
I feel like Barnam and B trying to advertise it.
I feel like if you were me, I would not advise it.
Oh I might not make it out of here alive.
There’s a raccoon behind the trash cans.
There’s a man in the moon.
I’m spinning plates. Gotta keep focused on my quick hands
or they’ll all come crashing down soon.
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In the sky, there’s rolling thunder.
In the air, there’s a spark.
It rained so hard it’s coming up from under
the mud where I’m making my mark.
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I inch ahead. It’s not futile.
I fall behind. It’s not a race.
I keep waking on the page a doodle
as an eraser falls from outer space.
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