Head up,

feet forward. . .
one kicks out
before the other. . .

no matter how much good
may come to you from this,
your success
will not be,
in any way untoward.

And you’ll deserve
your happiness,

ground up through feet,
legs and belly,
expanding lungs
and blood heart beat,

through every single
tingled nerve
and every
soft-breeze-feeling curve,
up to the skies
right through
your gladly sparkling eyes
and imaginative gourd.

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