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To Be Care Free?

Life is full of trouble, life is full of pain. Life will fill you every day with more of the same. Life will grind you down. Life will beat you up. Life will turn the tides and drown all your luck. Time tells for both the served and the server but no one can be just a pitiless observer. Time tells for the old, the brave, and the young and all the un-brave things we cowards have ever done. The world turns, and babies cry, a priest rings Catholic bells, a mist rises from grass to sky but only the dead can have no cares.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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