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Jul 2015
Whatever the meaning of life is,
I will never know.
Whatever the reason I abide alone,
I may never understand.
Whatever the cause of pain and strife,
I can't always understand why.
So I bow my head in submission...
Whatever.
c2015 The Refined Poet
The Refined Poet
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