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hot under the collar
stumble about the mist
the fog the steam
and the rainbow-oil slick

the swirling did me in
as it was programmed to
the ice beneath my feet
slid me into you

the two timing tango
that floods the cobled streets
you know the secret was
rymeing between the beats

but the common law was
firmly set in place
the jingle-bell rewards
those left on their face

whats the bottom line
of all the trips and falls
those you bump on the way down
might listen when it calls