The Wall
It’s too high
It’s too hard
I could fall
I could get hurt
If no one knows
I might try
It might not be too high
It might not be too hard
I might not fall
I might not get hurt
Little pieces at first
With my bare hands
And then the large chunks
And then it is not so high
And I climb over
And I make sure everyone knows
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