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    life

    life is yours to waste,
    it comes and goes away
    so quick without a doubt
    if u blink it feels
    like a life time has come and gone away
    with out a trace of where it went
    so hold fast to dreams
    they may be the only thing
    you have to hope for.
    so life is your don't waste it!!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    thelastromantic’s Poems (5)

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