The Puzzle of Life
Life is a puzzle that's been blown on the wind. Scattered pieces all over, we
start with the ends. The corners and edges are easy to find, it's the center pieces
that take the most time.
With each day that passes we find a new piece bringing us closer to the day we
complete our puzzle of life that's been blown on the wind, only to tear it apart
and start over again.
Copyright © Maggie Porter | Year Posted 2005
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