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The Struggle

Fisherman Floating on the sea all day: For every one he catches, There are ten that got away. Why does he keep at it? Well, only he can say. Dandelion pushing through a crack in the street: The going’s a bit tough, But that air tastes so sweet. Makes it worth attempting the impossible feat. Little fawn falling down on the forest floor: Life’s no breeze, But it means so much more. A thought to keep you going when all your limbs are sore. Fisherman bobbing on the waves at night: The stars are in the ocean, The moon is full and bright. A price cannot be placed on such a wondrous sight.
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