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Making the Attempt before/after
Lurching hard at destiny's door
the feat is in the trying,
for measured up, a man's worth being judged,
at least in the attempt of making.
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The spring breeze of weeping willow's youth,
tested to the breaking by summer's storm,
undressed in the pare plummage of fall,
and recognized in winter's solace,
accomodate to life's cyclic pace,
no pining words and wishes
Of dreams kept close, but never attempted,
lend comfort in the dying time.
I willed, I tried, I am unbended.
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