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when I kept falling before I could stand


It took three trips to fall right in

Left foot, then right, then left again

Wounded gait and crooked toes

Clumsy legs and heavy woes

Offhand turns and firsthand tastes

Of salt and asphalt, love and hate

Tipping toes and stomping ground

Treading path and falling down

Souls that slip on sheets like ice

Sidewalk cracks and curbside fights

A coordinated swift descent

Entangled limbs on hard cement

But you will never stand as tall

As standing up after you fall

And fall you must to understand

The ins and outs of how to stand

So fall in love and fall behind

Out of love and into line

To the ground or to your knees

Clasping hands of prayer or plea

Off of feet and into arms

And hope the first time proves the charm


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