To great applause, I walk the rope -
I’ll stay upon my feet, I hope;
I look below and see no net -
And smile (although my brow is wet).
I juggle, dance and skip, recalling painful falls;
Then ride a bike and sing My Way…to great applause.
On the trapeze, I seem to fly,
The ground beneath me whooshes by,
I catch...
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