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Oct 2014
Minutes, graced by hours,
graced by days, graced by all the years.
With every single breath you take,
the happiness,
and all those fears.
Every moment for a reason,
each one to their own.
Every smile that isn't forced
is something, something you can own.
Every smile that isn't forced,
projects those feelings
that you own.
Peter Cullen
Written by
Peter Cullen  Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)   
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