Life of Extremes
Prime time merry,
and blue depression of nadir,
sun and gloomy dark night,
intelligence with brilliance,
and wooden dud with dead senses,
the fairest of them all,
and the swarthiest,
the softest cushion,
and the hard glint of diamond,
swinging swaying between extremes,
we weep,cry,smile and live the life,
more than you can think,
you adjust to the mood,
and skate on on the life's skating rink.
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