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Some see the world through rose colored glasses
Some can't see the forest for the trees
A stitch in time will always save nine
She rides through the trees with the greatest of ease
Alone on her flying trapeze
Some will tell you the glass is half full
Others see it as mostly empty
An ounce of prevention is one pound of cure
She flies through the sky two tattoos on her thigh
Alone on her flying trapeze
Some ride the Steinway's 88
Some drive an 18 wheeler
Some feel like fools in their gasoline mules
She glides through the breeze with an absolute ease
Alone on her flying trapeze
-Nikki Giovanni