The Juggler
The man stands there with four balls in his handThis is all so new to him, he isn't even sure if he can
Keep these balls in the air, but that was what he planed
I must try he says because "I am the juggling man"
Galant hands
"To do that which I know not"
He stands
For just one ball; a final thought
These women in my mind,
These balls in the air,
I love them all so kind,
And yet my heart is in despair.
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