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Jun 2015
Why is there life?
Why is there death?
Why is there love?
Why is there hate?
Why is there pleasure?
Why is there pain?
Why is there joy?
Why are there tears?
Questions that yearn to be answered
sometimes has no other answer
other than *To be.
Timothy Stout
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Timothy Stout  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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