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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