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Heads or Tails
Like a coin
tossed in the air,
chance will decide
whether I will land heads or tails
To have control is almost impossible,
when I think I'm at the top
someone incapable or enviously sick
comes from behind
and knocks me down to the ground
I get up smiling,
starting again;
leaving nothing half done,
that's how I face life;
even when insults rain down ...
Thursday 12th January 2023 4:31 pm
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