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Dec 2017
Life, like a mist
One minute you're born,
Next minute you're worn.

One minute you're there,
Next minute you're dead.

One minute you're laughing,
Next minute they're crying.

You have a time of your life,
Next minute its the last of your life.

You praise God for the day,
Next minute they are praying u don't get dead.

It feels good to be alive,
Next they are wishing you were alive.

You touch hearts of the living,
Next u leave a wound to the living.

Life.
Mahlon Muringa
Written by
Mahlon Muringa  30/M/zimbabwe
(30/M/zimbabwe)   
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     Mahlon Muringa and Dave Cortel
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