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IMPASS
Oh no! The path ahead is blocked!
But fortunately this is true;
If a door is closed and locked
The hand on the key belongs to you
That great big boulder in your way?
It's made of the self defeating things you say
That dark cloud blotting out the sun?
Might be from the steam of an angry one
A new beginning on a brand new day
Blows those threatening clouds away
Turn that key! Lighten that load!
Watch as the boulder rolls off the road
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