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Snap


out of it
change your mind
just get on with it
be happy
grateful
everything is gonna be alright

trying
trying
trying

learning to snap as child
must be taught

here is how you do it
finger slides on finger

little sounds at first
right hand easier than left
 watch it progress
hear the small sound

practice
practice
                                          practice, and then you have it

can't be broken down into little lessons
slide the fingers just so

what is the success?
a tiny noise----finger sliding sound

 snap
 snap  
                                                                       snap, now it is done technique mastered

never forget, like riding a bike
the action itself, friction

a tiny choreographed finger dance
snap, snap, snap

and what is next
does the pain subside?

are the lessons learned?
the fears are still there

it was not alright
can it be again?

such a temporary thing
snap, snap, snap

have I gotten anywhere?
yes

out of it, no
used to it------more

knowing what is coming----sort of

snap, snap, snap


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