the carpet’s not red
paths look twisted, contorted
yet I walk swiftly
confidence counts when you chase
victory, or hit bull’s eye
Confidence Counts
the carpet’s not red
paths look twisted, contorted
yet I walk swiftly
confidence counts when you chase
victory, or hit bull’s eye
It is better than a plain red carpet, its path is beautifully different.
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Anytime. Thanks, Diana! Red is driven to the wall.
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You’re welcome.
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confidence counts… it sure does! Yours shines in this poem.
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Thank you so much, Debi!
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Good one.
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Thanks!
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Of course
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