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I was sitting by the window sill
Staring at a faraway hill
Should I take the plunge?
My heart began to lunge
Wondering what to do
Perusing what to construe
I’m in such a soup
Oh lord I have been duped
Should I jump out of the window?
Oh jeezz but it’s so low..
Heck I could still get out
But what if someone sees & gives a shout
Oh them I can always tackle
Even hang them up in shackle
How bleak is my future
Everything is a torture
I have time lemme jump
She calls out & my heart thumps
“Dinners ready we can eat”
There goes another chance in heap
When O lord will I escape her wrath
To escape her concoctions show me the path