Little tiny feet just arrived
In a small room full of folks
Only four hours to be survived
Before they make him as jokes

Now his feet is getting bigger
Facing one mistake to another
Yet he still wants to be a rigor
Take off the hand of his mother

Once he looks up and wonders
When this will be over?
How many left in my calendars?
Do I need to know his number?

In a small room of unlimited fallacy
He stumble with some other feet
And found out an unexpected delicacy
As they exchange the bitter and sweet

Little tiny feet tried the other shoes
That everyone has their own flair
His folks are sharing the same blues
And this small room isn’t just a stair

Learning Series (1/3)
Malang, 6 January 2019

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