She is the strength that
Carries my left foot
In front of the other.
Not often do I stop to wonder
How she works.
When she visits, she lifts me off
My feet.
Carrying me to wherever it is
That she is,
Not often do I stop to wonder
How these things work,
How she works.
Not often do I stop, once
I start walking.
She is the strength that
Carries one foot in front
Of the other
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