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Something New Maybe

Opportunity, you are welcome
Did you really have to walk hand in hand with doubt? 
Or would skeptic be so happy to hear how you rummaged in her room while she adored herself like a cult.
Greener pastures with fresh fruit glistening of hope
did you notice pessimist the puppy that likes to dig at the crop? 
Good fortune, nunchuks
I hate sunny days said chance with a stain of worry on his white suit......



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