Just a little fun overlooking a steep cliff.
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Rolling down hill
Rolling down hill the person gathers speed.
They tumbled from the top and grasped at the weed.
Over the boulder they went banging on their knee.
Bouncing up and down like a windswept tree.
Arms waving and body bouncing in desperate need.
The hill gets steeper and their pockets are freed.
Stuff is flying out everywhere, everywhere indeed.
Their head has just bounced and it’s beginning to bleed.
The body continues downward and the souls been freed.
I wonder if I should tell someone or maybe just proceed.
The sheriff has arrived and he asks me about the deed.
Over the hill goes the sheriff and he is picking up speed.
I think I’ll leave this hill as it’s been to fun for me.
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