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Who Said I Would Not Be

When the hunted becomes a hunter Surprising, it may seem Unbelievable , it may look It overwhelms the soul Must I say more When the victim becomes a victory Anxiously, it may formulates Unwired, it navigates It conquers what meant to be done Wiping the sweat from the face When the story becomes a reality Narrowly, it leads Moderately, it progress It matures as it grows The writer writes until it cannot write no more

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Date: 8/22/2020 7:08:00 PM
Wow! That last stanza speaks volumes... I found that what you wrote --- is exactly how it works (for my stories, anyway). Thanks so much for the corroboration. Write on! Moonlight and Magic, Gershon
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Date: 8/30/2020 11:13:00 AM
Thank you, it is one of my favourite poems as when I wrote it, I was just giggling with this weird thought, I would tell you one day ,maybe our paths would cross, you never know. Enjoy your EVENING.

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