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Paradoxically this trip is to heal
asthma’s breathlessness looms where each cough. might. Just….
Yet smug in this noose my smile you’ll feel
A hope brightly asked – I can! You can trust.
A spark never quenched to fire belief
Oh and persistence this dream will not cease
That I champion and each step forward
Strides along with yours in joyous accord
At peace or humor each ace or those flunks
My hand held outstretched for your joyous grasp
Or simply implore your patience to last
So each day’s sunset sees joy even lumps
But no end of roads because the treasures
Always just abound – wounds healed and pleasures