coffeepot
It feels like this, though.
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It's a please for a tree in a fit of rain,
It's hard work and an always open gate,
It runs into all the corners and is very rarely late.
Its the head of a nut tightening the spanner,
It's tall and short all bundled up forever,
It's a long stride and a wheelie if you rev her.
It's filling the trough of a crocodile imagination,
It strays and stays even though it shouldn't,
And it's all of that, knowing that you couldn't.
