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Rid Of Fear

One, two, three

You will no longer scare me.

Four, five, six

I’m picking up all my sticks.

Seven, eight, nine

I know I can do this and I’ll do just fine.

Ten is where I stop and tell Fear,

“You no longer have a hold on me, you hear!”

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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