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Nosedive
I have crashed! Oh, God, alas!
A nosedive straight into the dirt-
To the center of the Earth,
But the High was worth the hurt...
Though my Hopes were deeply dashed,
Though my Dreams unduly smashed,
My Life before my eyes has flashed-
No time to change, to quell- avert!
(And no more strength left to exert)
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Just That Archaic Poet
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