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Passion

I want to write about passion,

And how to ignite it in you:

How to get you to communicate

The great things that we have achieved,

Are attempting, and will do.



If you could stand tall and talk

Down the doubters and the doubts,

If you could give our followers

A picture of the promised destination,

Then our team would be complete,

Driven by our common desire for success.



You must be our vision.

Too long we have limped along,

Hedging our bets, playing the

Political percentages.



It must stop:

This self-strangulation;

This slow asphyxiation.

Revive! Shake off our inertia,

Realise your potential

And empower our team to do

Great things.



16 November 2005

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