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August 11, 2012

 

 

What’s ‘forever’ when you’re

finished, anyway?

It’s only the blue horizon and

no further than the eye can see.

 

Why worry about the future?

We are all but dead leaves on a tree.

None of us being immortal,

nor reaching eternity free.

 

 

 

 

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