Stairs
Seven Summits
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Somewhere underneath the stairs,
Underneath a wooden chair,
Stuck under a raincoat,
Goes me.
I wish I had it all worked out,
I wish I had a sort of key,
I wish I knew what questions,
I should ask.
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If I found the answer,
I would have no-one to tell,
Maybe I should think about something else.
How long have I been down here,
Sitting and a-pondering,
Trying to square a circle?