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I do not understand any ones feet
They work and move the same as mine,
But walk to a different beat.
Theirs all move to a steady rhythm
While mine are all out of whack.
I fall and trip and stumble
On every little crack.
My knees are bruised; my wrists are scared
From falling all the time.
But what’s the point of falling down
If I’m going to quit trying.