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We hunger for wonder When appease is the disease. Fill to the gill with swill and still miss the bliss. Settle for what’s peddled Yet crave beyond the grave. Beware of despair And reverse the curse. Hold out for the knock out. Don’t compromise for the downsize. And look crosswise when you surmise your demise. The miracle is in the spiritual. Not the estate we await.

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