Who knew...I mean really who knew
every turn was a stop sign or a puddle to jump
quicksand, fire ants, broken glass, black ice
which way is up cried the children of the corn
reborn as Thespians marching together
holding hands lifting the other to reach wide-open
windows of opportunity while scrutiny fills the air
not fair...not fair...I was here first she yelled
snap out of the spell Gertrude your day is coming
just don't let go of the hand ...don't let go of the dream
none of them really knew...nope
but all of them were lifted to the window
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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