The smile on my face is for
the things that I need not repeat
things that rankle things that bore
and all that knocked me off my feet
the sunshine in my heart
in knowing there's no going back
what was construed in art
What rust can't stain nor blackhats hack
now that I have arrived
think on what never to repeat again
the hill up which I strived
risking dissolution, mortal sin
What I will not repeat
by nature you'll just have to guess
the saying ties up neat
though true here on the ground it's quite a mess
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