If only, we could take life, with a
grain of salt. Then whatever
happens, will be our fault. How
can we know, from one minute
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ah a sense of destiny and control in the power of our hands we wait never to told what to do and yet still out of control i bow at this poem for it makes me wonder
Bugger! the salt its not my fault! my mission was filled with indecision i tried my best, did i pass the test? were my claims of virtue been overridden?