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The time comes and time passes by
Mostly dry leaves sometimes flowers 
Your letters have grown fewer
Puppies I do like they are shy

Life in time are bubbles of days
Nights too, they're predominant
Football cricket movie office
Pursuits for some jasmine fragrant

A breeze came up that day while I 
Was busy in looking for outstanding roses
Look there at the garden that was
That was a desert, the wind said

No, no, my superego said
Pointing at the cured depressed
I just held her hand in her blues
Lent my ear to sounds of her breasts


Now came the ripples on the shore
It's the  expression of the truth
of life, murmurs of water said
A bird whistled, yes, it's the core


She came, put up a while, set out
What is life, just a joy trip
If you can leave a small garden
What more meaning you can call for

You come, put up a while, set out
Life is a tour, a bit bitter, mostly sweet
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May 26, 2019
The Meaning of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Chantelle Anne Cooke

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