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Poem – Each Day
As my years have passed more slowly now that I stop sometimes to catch a deep breath and really inhale the rising scent of pine, I see that each day is a gift and the time in my past cannot be changed, and the future is always shrouded in mystery, and I can only live…
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Peace, Love, Unity, Respect
Listening to Blackburner’s latest album “Planet Earth Attack” and this line is repeated in one of the songs. Simple. True. Requires a conscious effort to achieve, but is worth it.