Progress & Triumph

Doc gives me Elbow bumps Staff give me Show of thumbs Or high five Passing by Fear drives those Who would fence Me into Dependence Scunners all They appall I rally Now and strive To keep me Full alive

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I will win I declare Over those Whose prayer Would defeat Those too weak Like Maya I will rise With balloons Into skies With stars strewn Sun and moon Make a note You would too With balloons Brilliant blue So scrappy Clue happy

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