By the end of the day,
Passing a cemetery? View each and every grave. Once lived, people like you and me, So don’t turn away.
By the end of the day
When we fall asleep, we lose consciousness and are active in dream world play.
By the end of the day
Sun sets here and raises somewhere else. A hint if you may...
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AVIGAIL (Pseudonym) (
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Some nice ideas here. I enjoyed it thank you.
be well Garry
We must acknowledge that we are mortal but the sun still rises and sets. At least this is the thought conjured up for me. Nicely done.
thank you Augustus:)
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