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Pain in a pouch


How could you,

Sit through the pain,

And watch the game of Life go by,

As you sit on the couch,

And reach into the pouch,

the pouch of failure,

After all failure is the greatest teacher,

So sit in the bleachers,

cannot tell you what to do,

because you said you are through!

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