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PATCHES
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Everyone ends up a little the worse for wear
We carry on, patching up the worn-out places
With new ideas, new ventures
Until we decorate our invisible battle jacket
Each a unique expression of our personal journey
We should wear our patched garments with pride
We were there, we showed up
And here we are, ready for a brand new day.
Much respect for your past, which has morphed into the present
Continuing to morph until we reach completion within our selves
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