My friend tells me
Theres a balance
Beam metaphor
Dont she says
Don’t look down
Those people
Her nod
Imperceptible
And flavored
With two kinds
Of red wine
At some invisible
Group of
Down lookers
They she says
Those people
Look
Down
So as we
Eye our
Prize
Fix your stare
Full steam ahead
Don’t let the whines
Go to your head
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