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Natural  Forces


 


Behind my bedroom door.


A place not many have been,


To some it may seem


There's a chaotic type of scene 


'Cos I  hang my clothes on the floor


At the end of every day.


They'd only end up there 


So it seems the logical way.


There's a thing called gravity


That never ever fails 


To pull things down from 


Coat hooks, hangers and nails.


So I just don't waste


The effort any more


Just take my things off


And sling 'em on the floor.


It can be a little hazardous


On nocturnal visits to the loo


But a man's just a man 


And does what he has to do.

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Natural Forces