Well, she jumped!
One hand slipped,
one hand held.
Maaaaaan! She didn’t know she could jump that high…Ahhhh, but she does now.
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And now?
It wasn’t like before…everyone was gettin’ outta her way.
I don’t know what it was…
Maybe it was that big ol’ silver bracelet.
I think it was the silver bracelet!
But I mean EVERYONE was getting out of her way!
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Sometimes we love…
these fears,
these excuses,
(You know. The ones that need TWO parking spaces.)
more than life itself.
And we give them the power, the power, the POWER.
But really, they are relics -dated and lame relics.
A circa 1970-something-too-old-to-even-remember-when-it-was-cool relic, a relic that is always screaming at you to: “get your feet off the upholstery!”.
You know.
A relic.
Like….
‘Johnny’s Camaro’.
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