After today I may die
So I'll make hays while the sun shines
Heal my world with words and smiles
Who knows tonight I may bid it bye
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So very true and sadly to say the only guarantee in life is death, and it's always nice to be nice. A very enjoyable read. Annette
A nice poetic imagination, Dare. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks