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  1. On a foot I rest, as my person races
    But they fall in tangled laces.
    “It’s the shoelaces fault”, they cry in fear
    Though they never tied me, not once, oh dear.

    I didn’t cause harm, I did nothing wrong,
    Yet blamed for the fall, where I don’t belong.
    Angry I am, in this mess,
    Just a shoelace feeling such distress

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