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Sep 2018
I made a call to the man upstairs.
I heard a voice say, Please hold.
So I grabbed on as hard as I could
Really took hold with both hands.
Because I was not about to let that go.
I knew that there would be a penalty.
But I also knew what was handed to me
And I said I would rather risk a good run
Then watch them pass and lose it all.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
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   Persephone
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