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Sep 2012
All things are born with a promise of an end
The end of laughter, of life, of love
But to despair is not what these words transcend
But rather what this truth teaches us not
It's a simple reminder to live each day and take each breath
Like it's the last one that we've got
For when its time is due, the memories remain
Forever in our hearts and in our minds
Until the day our own promises are kept at last
Lamar A Moorclark
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