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Emotion

Steppin’ forth my feet in the shifting sand,

Just me, myself and I along emotional land,

Shuffling already a thousand miles or more

Throughout the vicissitude of my life of yore:

From tundras of depression and jungles of joy,

Or wh’ever else I wander, e’ery path I employ,

Ne’er to cease steppin’, nor succumbin’ t’suicide

For this heart’s m’home, and in m’home I’ll reside.

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