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REASON TO LIVE What reason to live If not for roses And crocuses? No one will catch the raindrop To put it in a jar And label it "The Masterpiece." Life's work seeps through the soil; When all is dead and done Life bleeds from breaking heart. And like the raindrops, life seeps down To nourish roses. No credit for that drop When one regards the rose. ![]()
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