While climbing a treacherous mound,
You drink the red bubbly with pure Russian,
Misplaced feet brewed in the ledge,
Falling wasn’t all bad,
Just like paying rent,
A hurt thumb makes you reel back with surprise,
“Im alive after all”,
But now I cant touch my thumb with my pinkie,
Yet the more that I think about it,
Perhaps I never could.
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