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My legs are gone,
I'm weak at the knees.
Was it too much to drink,
or the striking beauty of someone before me.
My mind was confused,
but now it's clear.
Finally I can see things as they truly are
and stand up for what I believe in.
Regardless of what other leg less bastards say,
I will stand tall.
Focus Poems... Real Stories
Author - Jonathan Avis