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Jul 2010
There she sat at 21,,Not the Club,,even though the thought did occur.  Looking at her watch,a News more present came to Her.  Soon the number 22 would be the carry note,,,as if a Broadway Musical*Melodies Would Ring-Out...Not being shy, she set out with great hope,,There's a world Out-there she realised,,Not one of despair, that Makes Most Mope,,,NO,,I dare say NO,,,But rather a world of challenges..Fearing not what they might hold,,She quickly proceeded..  Being one who didn't want to miss out on that which was meant for her,, Gladly took that first step into what is called ,,"UNKNOWN".  Simply put, the beginning of another day, choices to face,decisions to make,Reactions to consider,Nothing deleted,,,,Each Issue, squarely faced, seeking outcome at each space...Wanting not others to color them in, Her choices were the ones, Ones she had to risk,,Branded with Heart and Mind, Powered by a  Spirit, that Only SHE could hear.  Listen " I Will"  she proclaimed,,yes ,,for this life presented to Me.  She held Keys to a door,  that was a Closet of "THINGS CAREFULLY STORED".  Just waiting there for HER to insert the Key, YES;;ONLY SHE  WAS ABOUT TO OPEN.....
copyright Mar. 2010 by barnoahMike
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