Moving Through
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Fiddle sticks
Yes, I missed
In all the fumbling madness
I tripped
I rose to my feet
Proceeded with belief
To find
A determinating measure
With all the facts recieved
Gathering that of need
Grazing , I began to feed
On all the tasty morsels
Left behind
From seed to dynasty
A branch a leaf a tree
Climbing upward
A spectacular view
Atlast received
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If lessons achieved without a slip to your knees you will proceed a higher realm on an enlightening trail
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