Beside the beam a panel of harsh judges lay.
Under the beam . . . nothing, but a gap separating the floor from me.
Along the beam I dance elegantly.
On the beam I leap, flip and jump.
Around the beam is an arena filled with people.
By Lara Cooper.
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