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Mar 2021
The meaning to life can't
be money or good looks
I heard this from my aunt
who read so many books

Nor is it having in your shed
all the tools to life
that's what my uncle said
looking at his wife

Then they both looked at me
and said you'll know when you grow up
while pouring a little bit more tea
into my half empty cup
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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