Getting back onto my feet, Can feel so good
and lovingly sweet! As i try to better
myself, Stubbornly trudge forward without
anyone's help! Up onto my feet i do so jump,
No longer to be called an unsuspecting
chump! Bruises and scrapes i may have alot,
Furthering myself, for that great one shot!
Hammered down by my own abilities lacking,
Would encourage others to go on, with their
very own packing! A mouse in a maze, i may
seem like, Foraging into the fray of one's
own, destructive psych! Suicide tends to be
on the rise, Finding my own solution, is what
i intelligently devise! Death is lessened,
piece by piece, I've finally won, and am at
last at peace!
2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale
MICHAEL JEFFREY...AAAAAAAAH, YES! THE REFUE TO RELENT...THE WARRIORS OATH...THE COMPETITOR IN HIS NICHE...THE MANTRA FOR THE SUCCESSFUL...FINE WRITE, SIR MICHAEL JEFFREY...10...'''''''''''''''''FRANK
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MICHAEL JEFFREY...AAAAAAAAH, YES! THE REFUE TO RELENT...THE WARRIORS OATH...THE COMPETITOR IN HIS NICHE...THE MANTRA FOR THE SUCCESSFUL...FINE WRITE, SIR MICHAEL JEFFREY...10...'''''''''''''''''FRANK