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December 14, 2011

Made a pact with myself one year ago today
with no clear vision or plan other than
the writing of a poem (of sorts) 
each day for forty-nine days.
Unlike so many other 
spoken and unspoken agendas
lost forgotten abandoned
I kept this one, extended it, upped the ante.
Now All Things seem possible.

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