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DARK BLACK HOLE

The life you live depends on the Altitude of your Attitude. The way you learn comes down To your Aptitude. The difficult times, The heart aches. You can recall every, Single mistake. The times that pass, You live another day. The ones who go, The ones who stay. The children grow up, And you get old. Out of prison, With no parole. Through the eyes, Deep down in the soul. Remains hope in that, Dark black hole. Turbo1904 ?

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Date: 8/17/2024 7:01:00 PM
Very nice, Debbie!
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