To-get-her all-ways,
Nevertheless a-way
To have enquarries,
A midst a lighted evening day.
Where the truth lies is held up at bay,
Carrying the weapons that make the sky turn gray
The ring of nothing, among us astray,
A lense growing frothy over a timedless olay.
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hmmm...
I like this... it is very sweet. Short and sweet and to the point. Very good. I Like it...

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Within the misery and misteries of life ...
we may find that everlasting speck of joy that will blaze us a Sun.
May you find that too.
Love
Myra


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very good(:
i love how you rhymed this one and it flowed very nicely keep up the good work



