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Slipping back into patterns of the past

All that has been learned

All that has been believed

Slipping back into patterns

From the past

It’s like a trap

Ready to spring

When life gets rough

When life presents the unexpected

Where is the strength I have claimed

Where is the hopeful, blessed truth promised

I want to be the clever mouse

That takes the cheese

Springs the trap, unscathed

And scurries home

With its prize

Against all odds

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