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RUNNING ON ICY SIDEWALKS
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RUNNING ON ICY SIDEWALKS
Policemen will take care of old ladies for the meek shall inherit the earth but God grant me my part of Heaven.
Stab ice-shocked feet, Let boot soles slat Across the scrabbled namel.
Just leave balance loose In outflung hands, A sudden eyefill thing; (Grab it, fist the hand, possess it, and it's gone.)
Whoop let balance balance Switching shoulders.
Keep it in your head But off your mind, An eager, breathing thing; (Think, enter, inter, define it, and it's gone.)
