My knees have flees
The walls have ears
The doors ajar
That's really weird
A jar is glass
Or plastic maybe
My dog has a bark
But it's not on a tree
My limited tuition
As I play second fiddle
Has left my condition
Affecting ambition
My eyes have a look
That reflects my position
I think I would settle
For being a magician
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