Since walking,
The body is stalking,
It keeps on for miles,
Even with smiles,
But at times,
It does become a squeezed lime,
And needs its juice,
To reliven its fuse,
Sometimes it comes on,
With bruised wear ons!
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Since walking,
The body is stalking,
It keeps on for miles,
Even with smiles,
But at times,
It does become a squeezed lime,
And needs its juice,
To reliven its fuse,
Sometimes it comes on,
With bruised wear ons!
Nice nice...
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