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Breathing
I'm very good at breathing,
I do it every day,
I didn't have to learn it,
For I was born that way.
Into the world I bounded,
At 15 breaths per min,
That's 15 puffing out bits,
And 15 sniffing in.
I don't know how I do it,
I've never had to think.
How do I make my heart beat?
Who taught me how to blink?
I'm very good at breathing,
I do it slow and deep,
I do it fast and shallow,
I do it in my sleep.
I do it when I'm running,
Or standing on my head,
And when they think I've finished,
I'Il do it when I'm dead!
- Steve Turner
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