I waltzed or walked down the walk of fame...
I had no inhibitions or shame.
Though my head may have hung downward mine...
Pride was on a diet thine.
Freedom of man's own sins...
Courage arose as like a long tasted of many drinks of gins.
Inspiration absorbed as to my whole...
Fearless of danger's soul.
A walk to freedom's ville...
Brings to heart a breathless thrill.
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