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Batteries

When my batteries run low My cogs screech, the spinners And my eyes grow dimmer And I'm walking numb When my batteries run low Their double A selves Marked with gold and black positives Or silvery white negatives A living ying and yang For the future, past, and present When my batteries run low The water evaporates me And overwhelms me dearly And I'm living numb When my batteries die low

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