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Life is serendipitousJust look out a window when you are listeningTo someone talkOr not talkAnd what you see but cannot hearIs a man falling off his motorcycleHis body rolling along the groundLike a pencil rolling off your deskYou turn your gaze into the room againTo return to the serious thing being said