When we, not you, of course, just fail and fail
The failure is not since we haven't figured
Out what happened, since we've left a trail
We sure could follow, seeing what fault triggered
Further failures; no, we hide the point
That pricks but which we dull by pouring oil
Upon our our ways, as proudly we anoint
Our foibles, saying 'That's me, folks! Don't spoil! '
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