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| +Steven Curtis Lance |
Sep 29, 2005, 03:23 PM
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Make the Most of It
We come we go before we know And we hardly have a chance to Turn around as sunflowers grow Toward the light as we advance to The coming come-what-may each day And the tune which we must dance to We rush yet let us not forget To see the sights along the way Hurry yet need not let worry Prevent us from being lovers Of love itself of each other Every sister every brother (As the angel of death hovers) Impatient fate will never wait Yet let us make the most of it To our mutual benefit Loving dearly seeing clearly That though life can feel so very Real: it is just temporary +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMV |
| supani123 |
Sep 29, 2005, 07:49 PM
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a poem in lucid style
good steve! supani |
| Unknown |
Sep 30, 2005, 02:34 AM
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wonderful Steve. liked the ending..
misty.. |
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