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Dec 2019
Was for a dream that I would try
From Fate's fingers would I it pry
But Fate's a fickle master
And she can be a *******
So I'll earn it through my sweat
And that's a solid bet
Time alone can conceal
The victory life will deal
To those who work and sweat
Written by
Travis Wilson  35/M/NC
(35/M/NC)   
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