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Oct 2012
You know it’s good when it takes
ahold and refuses to let go.
Even better when it climbs
inside and wiggles to and fro.
It argues around inside your
ribs and creates a mighty row.
It builds itself inside your lungs
and takes your air to grow.
Open your mouth and let
it out with a mighty crow.
Sometimes it leaps but other
times it simply drips with woe.
Either way, if it’s done right,
it should set your heart aglow.
The only thing that matters is
that if it’s good, you’ll know.
Written by
Emily Grace
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