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February 7, 2010
By , Alexandria, VA
Cara’s Poem
Tomorrow, today, it's all the same.
How you live it is your claim.
No I will not argue the point, my friend,
Because time wasted won't come again.
You write a poem of blissful spring,
But when you die will it mean a thing?
You tell a tall of heroes brave,
Will they tell your tale when you're in your grave?
You sing a song of mournful goodbye,
But could death be worse than an unlived life?
There are so many choices you've yet to make,
But when the time comes, will you know what's at stake?
Time wasted, my friend, shall not return,
So get off your couch and live and learn.





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