Weeble Wobbles
You topple over as all unbalanced things do. There is no perfect place for you to sit upon, and yet I keep putting you back each and every time you roll off. I don’t know why I can’t just let you lie on your side. You seem happier there, and I’d probably be happier too, if I could just let you be. I don’t dare get up on that pedestal. I’m far too unbalanced. The severe honesty of my experience offers me this practical humility. Oh, how the lead in our bottoms and the law of gravity forever makes a fool out of me!
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