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About This Poem
Decisions
If all I see is obstruction upon obstruction,
then would it not make sense that my life would be destruction?
If all I feel is pain and despair,
then could I not overcome and practice some repair?
If all I hear is disdain and uncompromising reflections,
then maybe it is time to gather my weapons.
But, if all I see is loving cooperation,
then would it not make sense that my life would move in this direction?
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