This is a game I bet,
You can not care for me.
I am a toy for your huge hands
Which drop, as soon as they do hug.
You bounce me on your knee,
But soon your mind will wander
and there I am still bouncing,
Without your knee's support.
It is a joke I know,
But somehow I'm not laughing.
I know the subject of your joke
Is no one else but me!
*2003-2004*
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