a long line of hopes, expectations,
waiting to come alive and thrive
a beam of sunshine, morning primrose
dose of pep, trill, thrill, a bundle of nerves
wrapped in dreams, streams of hormones.
make the river of spirits, surge in each cell
sweat and prespire, thumping, throbbing,
floods and aspires, swallows apathy and ennui,
lost hopes, outshned by lucid luster
makes waiting, wothwhile, voluptuous and juicy
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