Steps
For every step I take forward
I move two steps backward
For every time I look at a view
My feet somehow seems to end up in poo
For every time I run a mile
I end up totally covered in a smile
But why you ask does this happen to me
I dont know why myself you see
I seem to placate all nature above
For apart from this I have a great love
My feet seem to have a mind of their own
walkin and turnin whenever its dawn
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