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Spinning close to the edge
Thoughts meandering, thoughts overlapping;
Grey-blue skies over the horizon.
Shangri-la is a myth and there is no rainbow's end.
The pot of gold contains the souls
Of misdirected and misguided prey
Of the netherworlds.
Fortunately, the hero is unaffected.
Orange glow of the sun on the water,
The still, peaceful, calm, silvery slick surface
Accented with the colors of the sky,
No reflection is seen.
Vibrancy existing in the potential
Sparkling rays identified by dust motes.
Mr. Sunbeam is a germ carrier.
Ozzie and Harriet had secrets too.
For the time being, gather ye rosebuds,
For the end is coming and you don't want to leave
Here without a sufficient supply of rosebuds.
I still believe that
Good fences make good neighbors. (Thank you, Robert Frost.)
What good is a barrier if someone can break through it?
That simply means the barrier was inferior.
Gotta build it strong, to last long.
The dark side is surrounding, but, but, but,
It only takes a very small flicker of light to dispel the darkness.
Take that Darkness!!! You lose again.
I'm still here, and still getting up again.
I refuse to quit. I refuse to lose!
Long Live Perseverance!!!
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