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One night I
had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of the Goddess they were, But mine were
not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared, and I asked Her, "What have we here? These prints
are large and round and neat But much too big to be from feet."
"My child," She said in somber tones, "For miles
I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait."
"You would not learn,
you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you
on your butt.
"Because in life, there comes a time. When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise
and take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
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