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Thoughts
Someday ahead my life will end, No worries or problems for me, For all the right and wrong I may have done, In "Heaven" or "Hell" to be. At least I try and live my life, Everyday as my conscience tells me to, Paying heed to that small voice most of the time, In almost everything I do. Tongue's may wag,some may judge, Well people sure have nothing else to boo, I am content to have you by my side, The one who love's me amongst the few. Right or wrong no man can judge, For love is understood by few, No one can tell where the mind and heart is, Except "God" within myself, He know's my intention's are true. Darryl.
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