my first words...
softly sweetly blew the windon the old man's tattered cheekas each year passed a new one creepedto death, to sleep, to dream a single ring, held faintly now to...
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There once was a sickly named BrianWho truly felt like he's dyin'His coughing felt chronicPerhaps gin and tonicWould end all his sniffling and cryin'
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What is it that inspires us? Is it God? Is it watching a sunset from atop a cliff in silent solitude and realizing that life is short. Sometimes too short. Is it...
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