December 20, 2006
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in life i find it hard to imagine death
in life i know no fearless breath
in life how queer the shapes and bends-
that life each day begins and ends
but death comes for sure as it will rain us dry
it is my life, so soon gone by
then makes me think it's all a lie, and all that i give-
to consider birth and meaning; purpose and point
and conclude to what end i do not live-
that death and leaning; purposeless point
have no meaning or reason or want
no, that life is not unlike the death i know
giving then taking, sunning the snow
--dickcarter, thinking of brenda rose (12/19/2006). rest in peace.
