If only it was one at a time.
But no,
The juggle perpetuates and the balls
Just multiply.
Nice to set one down
But look around.
Oh those wily piles just mount
The way grass grows.
Looking for a winter to feel the frozen ground.
Looking to set just one ball down.
The love'll keep your arms moving old dog.
The stagnance disallowed in this
Robo-serene
Chemical spring.
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