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win: ointment of all sore
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat:: although path is full of spikelet; cloud of pessimism loomed,
obstacles opens clws.
At crossing...
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat:: although path is full of spikelet; cloud of pessimism loomed,
obstacles opens clws.
At crossing...
