There are things I don't know how to do.
And things I do anyway.
And things I do not do - they didn't
occur to me.
There are no other things,
except those three,
on any given day.
Except, of course
where you're concerned. Your path
being strewn with exception petals,
I've learned the easy and painful way,
one has to buck up and take the broken,
sprained and dislocated rules
you leave behind as you sashay
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