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Robin Dunlop Nov 2016
We are all born,
With just a limited amount.
We never know how much,
We have to give out.

We pray for it to hurry,
When we're young and still learning.
Then we pray for it to slow,
When we're older and now yearning.

We know that it's so very precious,
Because we sell it to the highest bidder.
But what about its true value?
That's what we rarely consider.

This gift we've been given,
It was meant to be shared.
For we cannot make more,
And what's left can't be spared.

It is a currency,
We all spend at the same rate.
But it is also purchased,
Unrefundable, with no discount or rebate.

But what really is most important,
Is to whom we give it for free.
That, my friend, is priceless,
So thank you for spending it with me.
Marlena Dec 2014
Oh you pathetic thing,
you nasty being
with your venomous lies,
your twisted and bent truths,
Every word was a knife,
piercing the heart and soul which was mine,
the weight of the love that was not there,
still rests on my shoulders,
crushing me with every step,
You miserable swine
you are past the point of forgivness,
maybe it is because
I learned to walk on my own two feet
learned to breath with my own lungs,
see with my own eyes,
and speak with my own words
should i ever look back and your there,
your time is unrefundable

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