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Reprieve.
From the brink I crawled it back,
From the terraces I can shout.
But this game is about the heart;
And that's what its all about…..
My minds festooned with balloons,
A spring developed in my step,
Euphoria has erupted……….
Its hard to get my breadth.
But If its not angina…..
And it's not some cosmic thing!
I am signing up for this
And all that it can bring………..
No its not the wacky baccy ;
And its not genetically modified either!
Its just that I have found my self again,
With no help from a religious leader.
My journey is at an end,
But my horizon so far off,
I want always to be in the "Moment"
And never again get lost……….
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Reprieve.
Reprieve.
