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poetry is from the heart
from the sand that rises between your toes
like a speech that's finally done
as if the world sings to an unseen beat
poetry is from the heart

when life gives you lemons
do you make lemonade?
or do you watch
and wait
for a challenger
to step up
to be the best
what will you learn?
what will you say?
to the man making this sour juice
the sour juice of life
rare and uncommon but both hold true
so i dare you
observe, listen
to the cry's of pain
but also happiness
from one man observing
to another brewing the sour juice of life
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