fire jugglers under the sun
showing tricks for the fans
empty basket sitting in front
where grace lands in bunch
she does upbeat rendition
i love those twirling motion
i dropp a bill wind took it away
i have to run after but got lost
too embarrass touching feet
couldn't say word mouth muted
i heard ' sir, sir is this yours'
oh! yes, thanks it's juggler's
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