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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: November 08, 2023, For John Lawless Contest Failure is a detour, not a dead-end street. Quote by Zig Ziglar ________________________________________ Along an endless route leading to a dead-end Indigent, desolate, and deep in introspection Tires burning, cars swerving, and bouncing starkly Blindly suffering through a path of misery. Reporters recount recurrent repulsiveness. of men who murder, manslaughter, and menace rage, rape, robbery, and racketeering. Ridiculous! society sweats amid a status quo scandalous strain. I'm in circles of despair. Constant murderers must be naked. as a result of hitting a stalemate in life cease of sustenance, I'm alone. Life on a dead-end street was apathetic. when darkness casts fearful uncertainties a dead-end roadway with limited promise names lacking patterns are brought. If vamoosed on a dead-end street? All despairing, detachedly deserted Follow your feelings and fulfill your soul. Bow gently if you don't realize the gang status. You stroll the shattered street. You'll confront failure with bravery. In the city center, shadows play No matter what, the damaged street awaits. Life's fireballs and street flames ignite constantly. Obedient slaves to maliciousness feed malice. After the wheel runs, he gets rocks at the corner. Burning up, soaring, and yearning for the past; repeated rashness rasped reasons, perpetually My era loses. My era is losing track. The sign for Destruction Avenue is in sight the route is one I decline to choose.
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