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is there anything worth keeping of mine?
given by this body i call my shrine?
nature sometimes talks to me, gives me hints and signs,
that i must continue in my efforts and must'nt resort to resign.

talent comes easy so i speak in between line
i waste time on cheap thrill loaded royal dine. 
i have so far tried not to whine
throughout this process of getting a shine.

but now all thoughts must be constructively used to refine.
creativity is a tool not to be left in confine.
i can only try as hard as i can to accept limitations and yet redefine
the emotions ones goes thru being in pine

imagine if chances came in packs of cats life- nine!
if the people i assumed hate me,  start to act coy and benign. 
if brute force mellowed and no one glared their canine,
if all the mosquitoes would vanish and there was no need of quinine.

won't such a life be rosy happy and simply sublime?
if i just waived my hands and flashed my pearly stating all fine?
if only i could sip on a lovely glass of worry less wine
and never have to worry what will eventually go through the grapevine.





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