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Destined Mother earths path is destined each day. In orbit with the sun, and moon on her way. Surely she soars in a predetermined flight. With light for the day, and dark in the night. Allowing the world to revolve for mankind. To sleep at night, and work in the daylight. Performing work we all are destined to do. Play and sleep when the time comes too. We have been given our talent to possess. Only some fool wouldn't use it to their best. The earth rotates, so all the world can exist. Live your life the fullest and pray for a wish. By: Kings
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