Thinking perhaps there might have been an unusual pose.
Reminiscing on the contest was a daisy and a rose.
The uppity daisy squinted and screeched, with heat.
You bloody rose, you won because you cheat.
That isn't so, acknowledged the rose, who was clear.
I won simply because I entered without fear.
Fear is what makes you feel like you do.
Like life will pass you by and you won't have a clue.
Fear is what makes you feel so less than.
Even though you're as capable as I am.
Understand that the fear is in your mind.
Let the anger go, free yourself treat the world kind.
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Author:
Tony (Pseudonym) (
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