Life wears, many times it tears, hardly anytime does it spares. Wears down to the bone, still won't leave us alone.
I stand all worn, but not yet torn. Thank God for elastic, don't won't to be plastic. Love well put together, strong stand to any bad weather.
Slip in might down, got a smile, love and joy, to help keep me off ground. Son of dead beat dad, still happy refuse to be all sad. It's in my choosing, forget drink boozing, can't suffer losing.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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