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As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
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Scribble
Running after tomorrow
Chasing the unseen
Growing older with it
Future is far
Long like a river
Moments are forgotten
The last moment
The last day
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