re-word the awards rewarding the careful the stares full of tires
round they are and round we go
i am going rounder i am growing sounder
the judgment is in question
the lessons are teaching themselves inaccurately
i am stacking the cookies in a row and so
there we are there you go you know we blow by
i will cry without an answer
i will chance to dance upon a stance not yet taken
the stole has whole your soul
there's no two halves about it
the haves not have got to be kidding
witting our way through tuesday
again again again
my minutes are up
in the air
if i was laughing you would know we would try it together
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