The Quiet Life

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Experience, all are down-bound


concerning traipsing, up and down


For some of them, a wave of need


For those things, some few gently bleed
to each other and then back ‘round


Some prefer to climb up their mound,
maybe some to wait to be found.


Some of them don’t follow their lead
The quiet life.




The village life, a gentle sound,


Many of them can spiral down.


But some of them can plant the seed,
The seed of success which they feed.
But for many it will die, now.


The quiet life.





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