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Ahhh. Life. What is it? How can we make the most of it?
Submitted:Feb 13, 2012 Reads: 6 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Live
Breathe the air
Feel the sun,
the pencil upon the paper.
Live
Like today's your last
on this hell we call Paradise.
The ink on the parchment
The leaves in the wind.
Live.
For the sweat upon your brow
the corn in the fields
And the crows that feast upon it
Till no more is left
Then you shall perish
Surely
Dilligently
with life in your heart.
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