the heat of once been burned. the tracks. the trials. the redemption of rivals.. the gravity of his spirals. but.. spiral then back.. back to footings stance. be brave in the act. lose the shorts to put on pants. rebound and prance. call it a dance.. he will know the joy in its step. once.. twice.. and all is good when he is cool as ice.
mistakes made once.. self taught hes a grad. his tassle sways in his breeze and thought. thoughts of correction. memories of wrong. but retrospect sings a confident song. to know his dones his pause left long.. but oh the shuns so son be gone. horizons bring in hues of true. how vivid while knowing what to do. each step to pull him toward and through gates and doors.. under mantles adorn with metaphor and simile smiling.. high five for ought so slyly tiling the the pieces of yester into halls of highly sought.. the choices of you are yours not bought.
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