Stand tall. Stand true.
From the years your
Mother cut your hair...
You didn't want her to,
She knew...
All the while...
To the day you put your
New teeth in
That glass...
What mountains you
Fell from...
Climbed topside with
A few...
Surviving the Rollercoaster...
You stood tall.
You stood true.
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