Most can speak yet few can sing, 
because fate can be a fickle thing.
But if by chance or if it by fate, 
results will come and will not wait.
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We all get sick though not our yearning.
Some get battered by never learning.
Most get better most get well, 
for some it lingers, feeling like hell.
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Whilst a moderate wind sets a boat’s pace, 
a mighty gale will end their race.
And the autumn breeze’s enjoyed by all.
But pray for calm to end our fall.

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