People are a mystery.
They each have a history --
A story leading to now.
I can't help but question how
So many precious folks,
So many ladies and blokes,
Came into existence.
Unique, yet forming consistence!
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
People are a mystery.
They each have a history --
A story leading to now.
I can't help but question how
So many precious folks,
So many ladies and blokes,
Came into existence.
Unique, yet forming consistence!
Written 30 August 2018
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