Chance

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Yawn of first gleam open eyes out of my shell

twirled neck and shaky legs

sprain in back while looking up,

Giant shabby loud and colors

Was frighten with noise in air

little odd to be left alone,

Hid my face to cry over

ain’t no fairies in shiny wings

no dancing peacock around

hear no melody in my ears,

Seems an awry to disappear quickly

until a voice inside

or whisper of breeze

bestow of leaves

gush of raindrops

asked to stand up and take my chance.

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