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Pick a door,
any door,
One or two or three,
Behind the door there lies a path,
And things that you must see.
This path
could lead you anywhere,
From valleys to a mountain,
Through desert bare where hardships dwell,
Or to a living fountain.
This
pathway is not set in stone,
For it will give you choices,
This living path is calling out,
A pathway full of voices.
And as
you hear them, choose your fate,
It’s really your decision,
For it will lead where life is good,
Or land you in a 'prison'.
Now each
one has a door to choose,
A pathway (will you walk it?)
Be bold and venture on this path,
Don’t pick a door and lock it.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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