Flare pants

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It's not rare for me to fall on my face,

I love flare pants but I often end up face to face with the ground,

Clumsiness has its way of pulling my legs out from underneath me,

Maybe it's not clumsiness after all,

Maybe I just enjoy the sliver of adrenaline I get,

When the physical pain temporarily blinds me,

It's quite strange,

Strange indeed

- flare pants 

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