I ran into the triangle bell.
I slipped into the door.
I bumped into the step into the office.
I trip on the floor.
I fell in the hole in the backyard.
I caught myself on a log.
I thought I was doing much better
And then I stepped on the dog.
There are some days (in so many ways)
That I think I'm doing better than I said
And then there are times I wonder
Why didn't I just stay in bed?
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