The probability of perfection is an impossible thing,
Done everyday properly or there's a death with a sting;
A nice piece of property would give the proverbs a sing,
Because there's no sin in the possibility of winning with a ring.
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The probability of everything leaves nothing to be left out,
With the probability of nothing, the wrong thing to doubt;
The right thing is writing with the probability of being right,
When you're left to the skirting and the probability desired delight.
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So the probability of it all happening is wrong and it's right,
As I write what is left of the probability into the night;
If the possibility is the probability it all was worth the plight,
As the probability of the line is seen bright in the light.
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Now if there's no probability of it happenning it's the end to it all,
And we know there is no probability of nothing on the ball;
For the probability of making one tall makes one feel quiet small,
Is when the probability of the right is at the end of the call.
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Well every probability has a beginning to finish at the end,
When the probability is in the mending for a call to a friend;
For there's no law against probability on account of it all,
As the probability is in waiting to answer their call.
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Now if it's a mathematical equation there's probability sure,
And the questions all get asked but the answers are worth more;
So the probability of time and money balance out it all,
For the world has the probability of the earth turning just to a wall.
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Signed,
My Bookcase.
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