The cradle rocks
Above the abyss
80 years have come and gone
And I still don't feel like I belong
I am an outsider just looking in
Almost always with a grin
This freak-show has become really funny
I watch the scramble for fame and money
A garden patch or a flower bed
I'll create joy each instant till I'm dead
Until that day I'll worked to spread
The good news that it's all in our head
The cradle rocks
Above the abyss
V Nabokov
5/26/20 day 29,425
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