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by  Bobo

Posted: Thursday, February 26, 2004
Word Count: 46




I muddle through -
that's what I do;
baby steps and toddler tumbles

It's the only way
I survive each day -
clumsy ways and dizzy stumbles

You can't see
the uncertainty -
only what you need me to be

Your blindness just disables me
further