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Aug 2012
I woke up to a fantastic morning.
Another day of life.
Is nothing to complain about.

Some wake up.
And instantly complaining about it.
I accept all the challenges that I will face.
Because, it's a fantastic morning.

Somewhere in this world that we live within.
We must face the reality.
That they are worse off then us.

What sunny to me?
Might be gloomy to them.
For me.
It's a fantasic morning.

Just as beautiful than yesterday was.
We control mostly anything affecting us.
Except life.

From the day we was born.
We was surrounded by love.
And our birth was on a fantastic morning.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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