Paint o'er my mug
Look where the dust mites
Rest o'er the rug
And life's rather sunless
For such craggy perks
If that won't improve I guess
That's how it works
But only for this stretch!
Improvements are near--
Soon as I detach
From wanting to steer
My vehicle safely
on well-known terrain
A snap in what holds me
could sever its strain.
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