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One may simply need to re-invent the wheel,
From time to time; When the suggestions seem outrageous, One can’t help but complain; But they say that everything will work out, just trust us! Life progresses like a Ping Pong match – The plastic white ball is batted back and forth till It falls off the table or zooms into the net – Unforced errors and huge slams usually Determine the winner. Such is the case in life, as well – Accumulate enough points and you are a winner; Lose too many, And you must work at improving during the next match… I’m not too good at Ping Pong, But I can take a deep breath and feel very fortunate To have played. Because one must breathe and feel lucky sometimes!
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