carve peace from chaos,
sail on and off course,
endorse an underdog....
hound n hare run on through this night, pushing limits of smell sound taste n sight.
past comfort zones the razors edge weights, carves through jungle n exposes shaved fates.
masses marchn n gathern piped pipesters, drum circle it up n chant for changed diapers,
so line up ta count down from 3...2.....1, finding our lucks on times already begun...........
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