We will all live
to a ripe old age.
If not here,
then probably
over there.
If not over there,
then defiantly
someplace else.
The mind is
everywhere
at once.
Experiences vary.
When I die in one place
the others simply
move on.
We will all live
to a ripe old age.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2017 10:49
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Comments1
Great write
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