The falter and the false step
by now must have a bad rep
but the recovery is all
Don't call it a fall
The bastard and the bad breaks
I'm kicking I've got the shakes
they called it a bad habit
raze it to dirt and half slab it
to make it really rain witches
don't guess my rhyme save nine pitches
please when the pivot comes don't let me falter
despite it all there's not one thing I'd alter
despite myself I'm filled with hope
mouth full of soap, upslope with enough rope
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