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Your ultimate wish..pale ceramics paint the picture, Sitting on the outskirts, Wait for your turn to impress, Only to create a lot of stress. God's anxiety playing on you, Driving you on, Yet the hurdle is too steep. Fall down you fool, Get back up, Dive into the pool. Catch a fish Sail away, Your ultimate wish! Empty pool now, Fishes be gone to a larger place with sun sand sea. Only wanting to be, Your ultimate wish? Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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