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Life is not daunting, callous or done Not something to be overcome Life is to be had... Dangerous, Comfortable, Happy or Sad. He knew that. A rare kind of person. He tore through life Every inch, every opportunity taken. Life was wonderful, sometimes woeful , But it was all Had! He filled those around him with the urge to do Something! He left a mark and a gap many fail to leave despite more years had. He knew that.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
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Life is not daunting, callous or done Not something to be overcome Life is to be had... Dangerous, Comfortable, Happy or Sad. He knew that. A rare kind of person. He tore through life Every inch, every opportunity taken. Life was wonderful, sometimes woeful , But it was all Had! He filled those around him with the urge to do Something! He left a mark and a gap many fail to leave despite more years had. He knew that.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
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