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We fell all the time. It was a matter of balance. Our inner ears and eyes Struggled with gravity; and Being upright is our gravest concern. So, we always stood again, Revolving around equilibriums: Bikes, ledges and feet; Everything was a test. Everything needed balance: Wheelbarrows, roof peaks and checking accounts. I've learned balance for adults Is even more precarious. Our words are heavily weighted, And some more disproportionately than others, With see-saw issues and teeter-totter opinions. Isn't it easier to get back on the bike Than walk back unbalanced arguments.
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May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
It's a Tightrope
We fell all the time. It was a matter of balance. Our inner ears and eyes Struggled with gravity; and Being upright is our gravest concern. So, we always stood again, Revolving around equilibriums: Bikes, ledges and feet; Everything was a test. Everything needed balance: Wheelbarrows, roof peaks and checking accounts. I've learned balance for adults Is even more precarious. Our words are heavily weighted, And some more disproportionately than others, With see-saw issues and teeter-totter opinions. Isn't it easier to get back on the bike Than walk back unbalanced arguments.
francie-lynch
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May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
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