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Jun 2016
Heaven or Hell...its not a choice many sit and ponder but when I stop and start to think my mind begins to wonder.
But more it is a path to choose, a choice I have to make, walk beside an angel or stride the rebels gate.
Now with all fairness no side is evil, No,  just two different spectrum two different paths to show.
One has been walked by many but none this young in age,
the other is unwritten its story is torn from the page.
  Down the first path lies a mountain so still and so high. Which brings me to my next question, what lays on the other side ?
Does there lay a hidden cliff veiled by mystical powers or does there lay a valley filled with the most beautiful of flowers ?
Down the second path lies a man whose large in stature who seems to want to keep me from writing this books next chapter.
Between the man and the path lays chains of three. But who here is truly trapped the man the path or me ?
I wrote this poem trying to choose between two lovely ladies. If you're are wondering I made the right choice.
Chance Ducray
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Chance Ducray  Colorado
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