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Say it ain’t so, but that how it goes, and it grows

And there do I but for the grace I won’t show

And grace in an exit, I have none at all

More like an ill placement in timed prat-fall

But fall on my feet, or my face if I must

I’ll soon find my beat and I’ll wipe of the dust

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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