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Dec 2011
I am restless,
here in this place,
I can feel the change
quickening my pace.

I'll step forward,
with tears on my face.
Lift my face to the light,
I'll dig down and brace.

It's time to work,
to show my ace.
I'll be happy in the end,
and I'll do it with grace.
Written by
Kathryn Rule
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