Hopping…

Hopping…

I love hopping.

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Bouncing around on one leg,

seeing the world vibrate.

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Happiness is hopping,

I never get hopping mad.

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My left leg is my hopping go to.

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Sturdier.

More flexible.

Harder working.

Complains less.

Looks good in Lycra.

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The right will come to the party,

only if conditions are right.

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We’re hopping on a trampoline,

or on someone he dislikes.

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My only gripe with hopping,

is it’s confined to one leg.

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Imagine if the two legged hop,

hadn’t been stolen by that scoundrel jump.

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