Tuesday, July 8, 2008 | Filed in:
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Life's experience
They come, they go,
They leave you cold,
To your spinal bone,
Blow after blow,
What is coming, you don’t know.
Where are you my sunny day?
The warmth you have given,
Has been long blown away.
~kenong~
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