Alas, onward I go..
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|Sat, 06-10-2006 - 2:17am|
leaving you with one last poem. I'll be back for the "quickies" which bring me delight.
Think not of strife or even scorn
Importance lies in, you were born
Give of your love so generously
That it makes, your heart fly free
We all have sorrows, some regrets
If not, real life we've never met
From the cup of sadness and delight
We each sip, come what might
But in the end, if you have known love
You've felt lifes richness, that, nothing is above