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Rolling Balls | ||
| Balls are rolling on the soil, To their target one by one, But the sticks their roll may foil, Keeping them from having fun. Life is like the roll of ball, Fraught with obstacles about. When we come to end it all We can give a happy shout. Though the bumps along the way Did deter us on our course We continued every day Always closer to our source. | ||
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