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I was minding my own business...

I was doing my own thing...

I was out among the stars...

I was a speck upon the beach...

When crisis cast her eyes on me...

When crisis cast her pretty eyes...

When crisis tossed the kitchen sink...

The wall fell open in one blink,

and I was in like Flynn, and thick

with all the spirits one could pick

out of the shadows that grow out

of indecision, and high doubt...

When crisis in her camouflage

came purring by, the world on pause

was gaping at her fiery glow...

There is so little that they know...

Clocktower chimes and at the brink

We must imbibe the missing link,

and find what begs to be ignored...

What crisis chilled us to the core?...

...And now that we have found her eyes

Within the glass, there's no surprise

that we can muster, as we've known

That crisis now is coming home.

01-24-20

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