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Think quick.
Make it stick. We don’t have all day. I can hear you say We’ve turned a corner. That famous border That once was fear, Now seems clear. Ride the rail Into town. Regale Our groove. Shake it down. Release the hounds! I’ll take the wheel, While we rock and reel To the rumble. Our dreams so humble, Yet dashing. While some were trashing The call and purpose, They chose their circus To stand in line for pleasure. Quarter cup and fifth of never. But we’ll take it now. Their customs disavow And follow a route So hollow, while We admire the view And swallow the thrills And fever chills Of impending challenge. A wayward balance To be refined. Diamond mined To reach the precious nugget. Shine and buff its’ Bright veneer. Crystal clear Sparkly truth. Nail and tooth. 9/23/20
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