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The Play Goes On and On
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The Play Goes On and On |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Torn by indecision, rent by inner pain... Face life with derision, you know there is no gain. Feelings so intrinsic, part of life and death- It's coming, can't you sense it? with every labored breath. Love? You say, who needs it? Joy, does not exist- Life is full of vagaries... upon which hope consists... Fate, or call it kismet- predestined, you suppose? Fortune? friend, forget it, the future no one knows. Morbid? just a little, but what more can I say- When you hear the devil's fiddle- he's always paid to play. Life is but a vapor- here today then gone... But the pity of the caper, is the play goes on and on. |
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Heather Miller Member
since 2000-07-19
Posts 409Bryan, Ohio USA |
good read  Heather (CherokeeGirl) Without the experiance of love where would we be? We would have no memories to cherish. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Ah, the show must go on. "Life is but a vapor- here today then gone... But the pity of the caper, is the play goes on and on." A good one, gunslinger. |
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