So gracefully we fall from grace
Out of orbit — barely space
Soon burning through the stratosphere
Clung tight to all tied up in fear
Descent to earth and face the facts
Face first to dirt — now facing that
As well-placed hands protect the eyes
A smile that's warm but never wise
"We've lost some teeth for you to keep"
Say we, fetch tea and let it steep
We've lost the plot but made a friend
Seems things keep happening again
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