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The people below us sure
like to complain-
they say that their ceiling is under great strain.
They say we've got tap-dancing
hippos that jump,
that wrecking balls plop with a deafening thump.
That giant jackhammers are
constantly drilling-
they say that the racket above them is chilling.
They say there's a cattle
stampede on the run,
but it's only my brother and me having fun.
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