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Life is a challenge That, all of us know If you can’t succeed Then just get up and go But you taught me to fight For what I believe
Ambition a constant hunger I advise you - Beware the quiet genius Cunning, unnervingly discerning Don’t underestimate me You see me sit in silence
I first checked you out in school. I don’t know what caught my eye But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
I end the journey of reading this book the lines printed on the aged paper “Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.”
Yellowed pages Faded ink Coffee stains left behind, by another story traveler The old man with a corduroy jacket Patches on the sleeves, and not just the elbows Books perch on the shelves
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