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FoolSitting on my stoolFeet twisted inwardHappiness fleetedLike a startled sparrowMy lips pressed tightlyEyebrows shiftKnuckles burrow innately Into my painted cheekSame old loserMy own successorJust a different costumeOn a familiar stageA crisp pointed hatExclaiming loudlyThe failure I am Yet it’s no surpriseNo shocking burstOr accelerated beatIt’s a common occurrenceA work place hazardToo busy shufflingIn oversized shoesI can never fillEventually I trip upOn my exposed flawsMy shaking headWon’t free me of defectCopyright 2008
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