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Tread
It twists and turns and zig-zags at times,
This beloved gift I call my life,
And sometimes I stray from my winding path,
But with a hop, skip and a jump replant my arse.
Though sometimes it can be a long slow plod,
That sees me returned to my wriggly road,
Yet all in all, though I get sore feet,
A continuing tread cannot be beat.
