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Feb 2012
A woman up high falls,
in ones eyes.
Struggling to stand up,
from where she crashed.
Shoved down, down again,
by fleeting memories.
One leg is tediously firmly planted,
She raises up, up to her feet.
Suddenly she raises her face to the sky,
A mighty yell escapes from her,
filled with triumph and bitter sweet victory.
Written by
Monica Chaloupka
586
   Terry Collett
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