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Jan 2016
Man has sought for things he can't have
and what a sad venture it has been.
Clawing for a an end,
fighting for the last chapter,
he has dug for gold he'll never find.
Man deluded himself.
Because this is the way of the world,
the way the clock works or
how the sun shines.
There is a price to all things
and so
the price of man having happiness
is paid
in the end
with despair.
Mr E
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Mr E
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   victoria
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