Sunrise
We’re born.
We live.
We die
And sometimes wonder why.
And sometimes
With a bit of luck
We get to get or give
A ****.
Are we so different, you and I
From the miserable mature mayfly?
At least we two, may set our eyes
On this, this morning’s shared sunrise.
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