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Deft in folly,
he's lacking wonder;
the banana peel,
"There!"
Is he to blunder?
Poor Child,
'tis a trance;
the echo sounds,
"Please!"
Has he lost the Dance?
Eyes averted,
the ears connected.
Relative cubes,
to be respected.
Etch a soul,
out of silence;
and in the dark,
find compliance.
For the warning
is dismissed:
a fleeting pirouette,
"Crash!"
The spiral rekissed.
Thank'ee, thank'ee,
ye mystress wonder;
Humpty hath fallen again,
indeed, another blunder.