Fate gives you gifts
Many times a year
However, none measure up to the one-
That most receive so unexpectedly.
Some Love this gift.
Then again some dread it;
But no matter what-
All must learn to accept it.
The dirt bed that lies in wait,
Calls your name each passing day,
Has many Angels waiting for you-
To take you to a better place!
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Poetry
just some poems i come up with.... note that they might not be the best.. but it's just something.. ya know?
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