I Made Mistakes Galore
Oh, if I remember,
I made mistakes galore
But each one I made
Made me think more.
My mistakes were ordinary
And my mistakes were not nice.
But they made me think out loud.
For them I was not proud.
I think before I act now
At a later age
But you know what?
I still am not a sage.
Oh, I remember
I made mistakes galore
And I thought out my problems
I didn't do too many more.
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