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Poetry Prompt 8
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.
They march on,
Though the road may be long,
They know not the art of giving up,
But continue to the last lap.
n.w.g
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.
They march on,
Though the road may be long,
They know not the art of giving up,
But continue to the last lap.
n.w.g
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