Valley Of Hardship Poem by Driven Endowed

Good and quickly seldom meet,
Hardship at its valley;
Lifting of many hands,
By sitting in the shade garden can't be made.
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Dead men we are,
Where no tongue tell lies,
Picking of truth we stooped,
As we got off the jam.
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In black and white our actions is,
Allowance of bruise we did not,
In the midst of failure we lifted ourselves,
For a friend's eye is a good mirror.
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Bundles of quarrel,
Packets of abberation,
Bunches of fabrication,
But in a rose we yield our apples.
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Dead to the world our malice is,
Sleepy mood of Dogs we allowed,
Graveyard of the hatchet we dug,
For every cloud has a silver lining.
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Castle in the air we thought not,
Birds of a feather we fluck together,
Feasts to eyes our six packs is,
As we paid over their odds.
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Oh come and let's make a dance,
We whisper to ears,
Oh come and let's meet on the bounce;
In celebration of our victorious fight,
Oh come and let's be on the ball,
For a hinged door our unity is.