My fingers feeling
tapping along my skull
looking for some bumps
to read and tell this tale
one bump for my memory
which disappears like hell
another for the time
i danced along the sill
this one over here
its growing as i write
the one above the first one
its holds a fun filled night
i have some many bumps you see
each tells a different story
like that time i jumped the highest building
and fell upon my tail
i have one bump though
that hasn't grown just right
it still has time to go
and maybe it will feel its might
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this is really pretty
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