All the noticed boxes may trip you
in store aisles, the bumped up depavements,
curbs, unpainted, of varying heights...
Your stick- shift in posture, gimp imposter,
Where's my old honey, bounding faster?
All the pretty Adepts cringe/Can't help it,
they feel how it crunches them glass bones inthemyour feet-
the heat off the swelling brings walking dogs to full stop.
Your chin's up, big grin's up, we 're given that margin
that shy guys desire.
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