Turning gears,
Cutting shears,
Molds and clay,
for child's play.
Climbing, moving, turning, clank, clank, clank,
everything all the same.
And it makes me wonder
and ponder
Why we are all different
and not the same from hither to yonder
Yeah, the poem fails.
The pic fails, too...
This entire thing was kinda a fail...
