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Equal and opposing forces,
Does not mean that nothing moves.
If what’s caught between strength of horses,
Can’t take the stomping hoofs,
If it can’t take the stomping hoofs.

The balance so sought is the cause,
Of the pressure on that organ.
While the body has it’s laws
The heart has flaws far more than
This heart has flaws far, far more than.

Burnt umber, of course, the livers hue,
The gulping flood of the drink.
Incites the draw of white sliver anew,
That lustful pair balancing on the brink
Just balancing on the brink.

Chest pumps and the jaw dances,
A whiskey or whatever will calm this jibber,
That just calls for more advances,
Some more Snow White, the old ad libber.
More Snow White, the old ad libber.