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         My Own Two Feet

I walk on given precious gems

far better than a crown of gold

two stands with jointed wiggly stems

to bring me places yet untold

As swift as wind, gentler though

to climb the highest rocky peaks

for dashing past the trees that grow

beside the spring time lazy creeks

Graceful, still, awkward Why?

growing longer, skilled, with age

many shoes, new pairs to fly

a ballerina takes the stage

They're mine, not perfect but complete

down below, my own two feet