I sing my own song.

I admit it when I’m wrong.

Know where I belong.

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I play my own tune.

Not with a flute or bassoon.

But drums to the moon

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I know who I am.

And Never seize up or clam.

Always be a man

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Fear nothing that’s lived.

Life will flow freely as sieved.

If you just forgive.

Then you’d truly live.

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Now’s the time my friend.

For this exercise will end.

Gentle peace portend…

-aaa