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Blank

I wish I were

Opportunities all scurry

Round

Till they choose to

They bang on my door

Opportunity knocks

I descend the stairs

To the bottom of the rocks

I will scurry up

For what is wrong

Must be right

What descends

Must once again ascend

For every face has two sides

For every evil twin

Has a good that bangs

On my door

Come greet the opportunity

Waiting at the door

Get wrapped up in your life

In your blanket hug

There’s no such boundary

No such wine

Hidden in water