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Created on: December 03, 2007
Coming up silver
I've drawn a blank for awhile
tripped, even tip-toed
over forming my style
dipped deeper
into my shallow hold
pushed the mold further down
than it's really supposed to go
maybe digging for gold
but
always
coming up silver
that chips
ends up
bronze tipped
then
skipped over
but I'm told
the words, they burst
the words, they're grand
but I try not to think I'm better
Than what I really am
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