Footloose though,
Not footling I am.
And I am leaving
Footmark, see.
Read my words,
Feel the pulse,
Footpath to life.
Listen to my footfall
And never fall.
If nothing else
I want to be a
Footstool.
Though not foppish
I want footwork.
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