The Fall.................

When is it that a man finds himself as weak as a wingless butterfly?
When is it that he feels like smiling at the ants biting at his flesh?
When is it that he finds himself ill at ease with the pounding of his unruly heart?
When is it that he feels the chill within even on the hot summer nights?
And when is it that he goes out of his way and act like a clown?
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Well it seems that it's just before the fall.......................
.............................................the fall from grace.
Let me go down with a smile.........