Saturday, December 21

Rumble

RUMBLE
There’s a rumble in my tumble;
When the wind blows, I might crumble.
If upon your step I stumble,
I will try to be most humble.
Why is your mouth all mumbles?
Do you turn me loose to bumble?
Now I’m lost and left to fumble
With this rumble in my tumble.


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