Tumblers

The lock is full of tumblers
With jingly jangly bells
Doing cartwheels all the day
In bright yellow shirts and pants
                        That fit         Too tight

But then the  dial is turned
And they melt into the fetal position
Falling into all of their appointed places
As certain as Braille

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