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My party is the hallmark of grace
With poise and style we fill each place
So refined our movements' pace
but on ladders down we bumble.
Like Fred Astair we grace a spot
such panache is not forgot
Boogres wish for what we've got
but on ladders down we bumble.
Alas, alas we curse the day
the programmers went away
leaving ladders in our way
for on ladders down we bumble.
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