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No base to build on
Or time to dwell on
What can befall us when the tallest are resting
Chaos ignited
Directions blighted
Without a thought to the wayfarer's destiny
Some look so daring
To seek comparing
Who only do it when the ground isn't equal
Misapprehension
Too much extension
In any effort to attain the unreachable
An outside vision
Is best positioned
To guess the outcome with precision uncanny
Far from abusers
As sweet amusers
Who want to push me to the brink of insanity
(Background:)
Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold
Peas porridge looking for a pod of gold
Faraway, far to see
Friendly Giant come to me
Peas porridge Spock, peas porridge Bones...
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