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Working to the Top


It started as fun

Something to do in the sun

Who knew it would grow

To a talent you'd proudly show?

 

As you become more sure

You want to do more

Start to improve your skill

And move forward uphill

 

Your father taught you what you know

So once he could no longer show

You continued your progress

And refuessed to digress

 

Practice, practice, practice

Until you leave the crowd breathless

But little were they aware

You still had more to share

 

Find a way to challenge the norm

You'll be taking everyone by storm

They know that you're unique

And waiting for the rest of the winning streak

 

The crowd waits for you to step in

Waiting for your next win

Watching for the rest

They know you are the best

 

A tear-jerking show

Satisfying everyone who knows

You take your final bow

And leave them saying wow

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