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- never let it be said
- that the journey was easy,
- that there weren't times i
- crouched, silent
- in the black catacombs beneath my country,
- watched the lonesome shamble of blue-skinned goombas
- off of sheer stone ledges into bottomless shafts,
- punched blindly at bricks i could only hope hid
- a burning flower that might light my way out of that place.
- but yes, i won in the end.
- i rode every flagpole,
- pulled every turtle from his cloud-top perch
- and sent up the flag of the mushroom kingdom at every castle.
- and now i have my own throne
- from which to watch my princess officiate,
- our bright, beautiful children play,
- clouds and coins drift by
- my window,
- a hero,
- sitting still as i can manage,
- afraid that i will move a bit too far
- to the right,
- and it will all disappear.
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