Am just a lad who loves spending time writing
It was a pale evening
The weary sun had gone resting
Passing the baton over to the meek moon
Whose benign brilliance, the night dampened soon
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Often a time in life
We seem to be stuck in a rut
Overridden by fiery situations
Confronted by seemingly insurmountable goliaths
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I know of a gentleman
Who goes by the name Man
A handsome fellow he was
One loved by all
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Before my mirror, I stood
With flashes of cheer surprise
Reflecting betwixt mirror and eyes
Which left me completely doumbfounded
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