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The time for fate
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Up and down a not so sturdy path watching with eyes blank.
Did you ever seem to know why the crops grew with no scarecrows?
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Up and down a not so sturdy path watching with eyes blank.
Did you ever seem to know why the crops grew with no scarecrows?
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