The Universal Question of Life
Speckled wall
full of clutter,
people all around me mutter.
Ashes gather,
smoke to the wall itself does glue.
What to do?
Wish I knew.
Big red smile,
wacky face,
all a part of life's big race,
all I really need is space.
Wish I knew what to do.
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