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Mistakes: Short Motivational Poems About Mistakes And Regrets

Mistakes yet define us and prove that we are trying. Mistakes are the sour part in one's life but the lessons of motivation they teach us are truly sweet. Yes, but mistakes are a part of one's life and we must learn from them. If you do a lot of mistakes, believe me, you will once become successful. There is no such thing as a mistake until and unless it is repeated time and time again. 

Mistake after mistake after mistake is a big mistake!

Here you will discover short motivational poems about mistakes and regrets that will change your perspective and brighten up your day.

Mistakes - Short Motivational Poems About Mistakes And Regrets

This short motivational poem about mistakes and regrets titled "Mistakes" is also about the simple phenomena of mistakes. What is a huge mistake? What happens when a mistake is repeated again and again?

short motivational poem about mistakes and regrets

Mistake once,
Mistake twice?
Mistake again?
Pay the price!

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