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Forgetting my past, I move on.
I move in step to life, in step to my own beat.
No more telling of provocations — no words of hatred.
I see the sun more often — no more dark clouds and rain.
I see the flowers bloom and the sun’s rays.
The light shines my way, guiding me each day.
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Joe Boesch
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