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Be Watchful

Little sorrows in life today may piss your mind but life is not complete without little pains what is the use of acheiving the costly treasures if you dont know the value and cost of workmanship... Times may come when our luck wont support us as reaping without sowing is aganist the nature and times may come when seasons of harvest may end but wise is the man who stores up for the drought... People speaks of the heavens and its greatness but its not easy for everyone to become its heir lucky the man who belives he is a stranger on earth as his hope is on the land without mournings... Greed and sensual feelings of a man can neva be controlled as people are more self-ambitious in the name of dreams as the world has lost its shame completely and is lustful so keep ur eyes open and be watchful for the trumphets call...

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Date: 2/21/2016 2:02:00 PM
nice to see this one again. LINDA
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Date: 12/26/2015 6:40:00 PM
ASHLIN, a pleasure to read :) hope you are enjoying the holidays ...... SKAT LOVE
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Date: 2/18/2011 12:17:00 PM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Ashlin. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. Love, Carol
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Date: 2/17/2011 11:34:00 PM
Thanks linda n destroyer for the comments.... ya life is very hard to control the way we want it..
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Date: 2/17/2011 4:15:00 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your poetry tonight with it's creative theme.. hope your time on Soup will be fun and filled with sharing with luv..
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Date: 2/17/2011 12:40:00 PM
Hello Matt... how r u? Did u know the sorrow and pain we bring on ourselves... are caused by feelings one can't control.. I think at times being man or women... we need to base all of our actions on proper perception... we might not like the out come.. but. When our time comes we can say... at least I tried hard ... because life was hard to control... and trying for the greatness was worth it all..enjoyed your poem..p.d.
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