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Piled discretion with a message with means to a amen
Tired of stressing into messes with so-called men
Adapt or blow in the wind counting my blessings from sins
Learning a lot from my losses just to take heed when I win
we are born to die a contemplation so that life's content
so we posted online to see how many views we get
Pleasure is a distinctive taste
as for everything isn't gold from another man waste
Thoughts linger and time passes people get older
It's life
Renard Jackson
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Renard Jackson  Daytona Beach,fl
(Daytona Beach,fl)   
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