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Aug 2017
Do you ever wonder why,
we are born so we can die,
and all through life we must try,
and through rough waters, we must ply.

Working hard for a piece of pie,
making wishes to stars in the sky,
speaking sarcasm with a wit that's wry,
then with our last breath, leave with a sigh.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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