Survival in life’s precious pathway
Survival in life’s precious pathway
When I did peep my eager eyes majestically open, my parents were overwhelmed with awesome love and the attention was immense. I have the slimmest chance of survival, lamentable, their given charity, for I have been given a battling boot, a rough ride they admit, for god has given me a frenetic fight, as I fly my kite, my parents’ powerful tears, still here to tell the tale, will the earth take away my fight, throw a coin down the well, a lottery ticket, superficial perhaps, but that care must be mine, for that lucky day on the line I caught fish, it is my wish to one day be as free as the tide choosing my pious pathway.
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