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Alieniloquent
Life is a quandrey, it certainly can be an upheaval, One chooses to face life head on, never buckle, Many have lived as tho they’re depraved, All their lives, they felt they had slaved, Others have been accused as a reprobate, Their lives seemingly held times only to frustrate, Often there are those referred to as miscreant, Little in their lives that is held reverent, No matter how we live, we are always poised, We should be on the ready, prepared and hoised, We are but human and often are carnal, Botton line, we must remember life’s a constant battle!
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