Podcast Scramble

Boy Falls 7 Floors

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Section 1

Balcony door left open—someone…
Little Johnny ties his shoes.
Clamdens on the seventh floor,
Mom flips eggs, Dad reads the news,
Saturday sun through the door.
Windows shut, AC hums,

Section 2

Seventh-floor miracle, wild and free.
Hallelujah, hallelujah—thank the tree!
Good fortune wrapped him up again.
Leaves caught his fall, dirt kissed his skin,
Oh, Johnny flew like a bird from the rail,
Seven stories down, but the branches prevailed.

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