ARE WE THERE YET?

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ARE WE THERE YET?

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As the wild optimism of youth

Slowly erodes away from the scouring sands of time

And numerous falls off the cliffs of disappointment

Have made us shrewd evaluators of situations

We have drawn in our minds an inner map

Of where to put the correct righteous effort

Into the most promising options

Thus we avoid the sudden edge of fantasy

Or the disheartening fall off the cliff called

"I should have known better."

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