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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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The red-black stain of the night prior
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crusted ever so neatly on the right side
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of the right sock never quite
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looked so good before.
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Strangely, the same can be said of the
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now eight-hour egg glaze
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donned in the most unusual of fashions.
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You have emerged, like the baby fawn
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which fought long through the night
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to bring that tiny bit of light
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at the end of mommy's vaginal canal
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in contact with its mucus drenched body.
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Furthermore, you too now struggle
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to hold your balance, as you try your
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luck at the gift of walking.
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Success is ever so sweet, and the
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long sleep from which you have just risen
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has done wonders at erasing the terror
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that ran circles through your mind not long ago.
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To the victor doth go the spoils, and
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there is little room for the minor details
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raised by the masses of envy seekers
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eager to downplay the glory of the conquest.
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In the end, you were a hero, and
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therefore never could have been anything but.
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For today, and for the remainder of
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your foreseeable earthly existence,
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last night will ring clear of
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both youthful invincibility
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and unflinching resolve.
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To believe otherwise, of course,
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