Twigs upon a footpath
Blown there from the trees
The wind blew strong with all it's wrath
And it blew me to my knees
I landed in a puddle
My trousers ripped and torn
That's just how life has treated me
Since the moment I was born
I guess I shouldn't grumble
At least the trees still stands
And I'm kneeling in a puddle
With twigs all in my hands
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