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Oct 2010
Once you die, you may know
Where you and all your friends will go
But while we're here, you need not be,
Asking why.  Just let it be.

Why do we die?
Why do we bleed?
Why do we love?
Why do we need?

Why do we hate?
Why do we fear?
What is the point?
Why are we here?

If you'd stop asking why, you might find out how.
Just keep your focus on what you need now.

If you live it on down, later you'll see
The reason for what we are looking to see.
But until then, relax.  Level your head.
It is not yet your time to be put to bed.
JMG
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