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Mixed Poetry Contest

          My choice crafts 
                                between the two R.
                                                         U
                                                         M
                                                         I'
                                                         S;
                        "The Rubs of Life" and "The Loves of Life"
The finest threads 
                     between 
                            the two quotes
wherein, daily challenges were met at any
     hour, --and more within said hour, bearing
          variable measures of satisfaction that were
             relayed to me via the immediacy of spoken
          words, or via letters of written words, both
     hundreds, and also, thousands of miles apart
having two concurrent employers. 

          Those fits
                 of idiosyncrasies 
                            that were excised from those
                                       high-powered individuals of government, 
               and of industry,
              and of wealth, 
                        and of public notoriety;
                            all affected my rhythmic heartbeat 
                     to harmonize moments, 
        whereby, 
                                   it left none to note that it is exiting into the void ...
                       such was my life's work,
                             and my home life, as well ...
                               to say that it was less hectic,
                            --my nose would grow a foot.

                                       I find myself heading in and going out,
                                 then again, something goes amiss,
                    something unplanned,
                   a loss of direction
                  which way is which
                    I must be in control
                as an anticipant
                                I conclude chapters and episodes
                           long 'ere the tale started.

                                Then something in my head kicks in 
                                     an unmentionable test of my intellect
                              that went dark decades ago ...
                                 then the mystery somehow unravels
                        another day is saved ...
                 but was it really 
            all that ...

"I know Mom,
it wasn't all that, 
--Thank God."
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