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Dead Man Touches Living One man lives many ways, the same one dies in shame. One plays his own games, all for vain gain. All this some how gives pain. One works for toys, but never has the time to enjoy. One has nothing so, he has nothing to lose. One's eyes on everything but, don't see how to understand. One plans his way but goes another, for who knows what or if he will see tomorrow. One sharpens another, But the arrogant who can sharpen. One goes astray the way of obscure, But compliance depends on faith. One thinks he holds the sun, When spirit is far from. Some are jealous, I understand this be more than a stone. Be one to give sand to the maker of time, as every thing has purpouse. This one's touch gives life to all of us. Breath and beleive. |
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Can you tell I love proverbs?
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