The Journey

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The journey began Merely a spray from a sink Not of joy did I think When poetry came to mind   A nuisance it was To rhyme words and words Just like the screeching of birds
Life is just a long journey We think it lasts an eternity We try to look for the end While looking for a positive bend And yet the limits test the time We have to go wherever we will
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