I blunder down the freeway.
I blunder through the lakes.
Perhaps my greatest blunder.
Is swimming against the stream whatever it takes
I blunder on the mountains
Within its slope I think
I blunder down the valley
Not even the bear can take
I blunder on the sea
With the fishes with delight
I blunder under the trees
Watching the birds and the bees
I love my blunder spree
Down the lane i blunder three
Don't you ever wonder
I won't blunder to tell it maybe
To live out of blunder
I will never be please
I am not afraid to blunder
Blunder is my pace
You may think I am a greatest blunder
You blundered in that case
Don't you think I don't learn lessons
And why my blunder never cease
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