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Two Feet

I was born with two feet,
I can rest them when taking a seat.
But I will not be beat,
I will not take defeat.



I use these two feet to move past,
What was is simply a draft.
It will all happen so fast,
For my future is mine to craft.



I know I will make it,
I'll get up after each hit.
I did fall I admit,
All I need is the kit.



I will make myself known,
I will be no clone.
I might now be unknown,
But someday I'll be on a throne.
Written by Hearica
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