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I fall I still stand still

Get out and under all at sea

Strollin’ and pickin’ up the prick

‘Cos no street lamps dignity

Through murkiness picks up the ears

Getting a glimpse of remedies

Conscience’s grinding and crashing

All the hearts are chilling

And the choices are freezing

‘Cos freedom is so snuggling

To the left, be out and about

The magnificent cry hears out

Don’t cry over spilt milk you taught

Please, hear a bird sings aloud

All in vein, my diary just cries out

To the right, goes of air

Spoken all in vein

Discretionary is hidden in your tongue

Do you see boundary heads off?

The place I’m gonna go

Will you think over?

When I’m grey and old

Getting up and trudging on

A Letter from Rocky

Rocky, a little ant walks on mountain’s wall

His tiny feet creeps travel far, very far!

He’s chased away by people in the city hall

Rocky, makes up mouth for fare, afar!

Rocky is runnin’, stumblin’, and runnin’

But a man is empty dumpy grumbler one

He desires to get something for nothin’

Both rocky and he are running for won

A little ant standing tall as a Mountain

Making hay when the sun is shining

Give me letter, letter on paper razor-thin

He conveyed “I am a tiny, little wee thing!”

Alas! Poor Rocky a little ant

With striving hard without regard and end

I feel the world away in my shoulder

I feel so sorry for this grumbler

I see the real fighter is a little ant

I feel my world better in the end