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Feb 2018
I exhaled, inhaled and held the air.
Did this seven times as a pair.
Attempting to calm the mind.
To think logically and kind.
Now quiet, I begin some plans.
To cheer as all the same fans.
If you think about it, it’s ironic.
You don’t have to be smart or iconic.
It begins with pride in your community.
To clean up some trash with unity.
You may ask the question, "Why?"
Possibly some pride for my last goodbye.
To hold a standard for the earth.
To give every child an equal chance at birth.
Written by
Brandon Amberger  27/M/New York
(27/M/New York)   
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