Life’s Mysteries
Watching true life murder mysteries
My uncle used to say, I remember,
People are no damned good!
Life is rough and seldom good,
filled with vagrant mysteries
and things we choose to not remember.
But at the end we will remember
pleasant things like a mother’s good,
And then we solve the greatest mysteries~
Mysteries are understood as we remember moments that are good.
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