From that which comes within itself,
It builds its table on my shelf.
Oh how I love my dancing feet!
They stay together - oh so neat.
And when I want to walk a line,
They all stay together and do double time.
I count them up, ten times or more,
And race on-off, across the floor.
Three little letters, a paradox to some.
The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
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