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Ended Up With Sour Grapes

Ended Up With Sour Grapes

Is amazing how from mother each one escapes,
Yet we still end up  in various sizes and shapes;
Was never planned;
Did not understand,
And our peaceful life ended up with sour grapes.

Jim Horn

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Ochwo-Oburu Avatar
March 7, 2018 at 3:20 PM
A complaining lot from all mothers we are in life. But does anyone has control over anything related?Good philosophical poem, Horn. Thanks.
Horn Avatar
March 11, 2018 at 8:53 PM
Political picture in America is becoming more comp[ex everyday.
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