A little pinch has to be given,
To begin an inching up...
Of what one patiently expects.
Sitting wishing,
Just isn't enough...
When a stirring has to occur,
To start an awakening of stuff.
And it can get tougher,
If one elects to stay stuck...
Questioning the limits,
Ridged by a rut!
And it may seem rough,
As a huffing is puffed.
But nothing succeeds...
Not even a heard bluff!
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