Sites are high morals low the time is now not tommarrow We sit and think We Hide and shreik our lives are not as long as we think The morning drains the night is cold is there any rest for the weary soul The time is now hope is ahead dont wait an instant sleep in your spisitual bed
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I am trying my hand at poetry and I am a little
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