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Dec 2017
Life throws,
a filthy shade,
a crate of lemons,
a mess unmade.

Life makes,
a sailor great,
a near parade.

All at once,
Once and for all,
No things remain
The same
β€”The sane.
here’s to the mess we made of ourselves this year. since all the best people lose a bit of sanity for felicity.
Anne Scintilla
Written by
Anne Scintilla  18/F/Philippines
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