Stalemates
The ruralstatementsof events,
You're counting on the good years,
besides your own stalemates,
It's the leading reasons
that all these improbable cause,
out of the blues are appearing
like rainbows
or thunders in the sky,
and then about those statements,
watched imperceptibly
like a bride in the distance,
Like cloud numbered nine we found ourselves,
when she agrees to get married,
and did not regret these conversions,
it's all confusing
why things happened at all,
the good orbad heavenly affirmations,
When you were down on knees
and quitting,
The wheels of acceleration
propel asudden lines of defense,
Just as the decelerations and
messing stalemates,
only to stumbled at the crossroads,
deaths or maybe coincidence,
When a speeding car
appear out of nowhere,
and came crushing sideways
at these good blessings,
And suddenly you're in a hospital,
half stroked with awe andshock,
How quickly all gregarious programs,
becomes black again,
Mainly changing the
paralleled statements,
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