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Sep 2012
From birth we ceaselessly toil,
To fill our empty hole,
With another..to discover,
We've an undeveloped soul.
That there is no "piece" for finding,
'Tis hindsight once it's grown;
That it profits from no other,
None other than it's own.
deanena tierney
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