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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Life-A Poem


Oh, Dear Time,
Smells like thyme,
Just so sweet,
So, I'll never quit,
To the very end I'll fight
For reasons not black but white!

Every lock,
Is a block.
Just this, it has a key.
Find it, you'll smile with glee.
Just like nothing is impossible,
If you think it's possible!

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