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Writco poem prompt #8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.
With hearts scarred, yet still aglow,
They've faced...
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.
With hearts scarred, yet still aglow,
They've faced...
