The Gymnast Poem by James McLain
The Gymnast
Snipping them back with scissors.
It was very hard to see it happen
and then she was in pain
but it was like so often in the past.
Quickly over again and moving back up.
Hardly any blood
and she only cried for a couple of minutes,
until she regained her balance, 'on the beam.
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