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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

My Choice

“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
― William Shakespeare
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I can sing a song of deficit
Of a mind that is no longer as sharp
Of a body that struggles

I can sing a song of sadness
And lament

Or with mirth and laughter
With joy that oozes up from my soul
I can embrace the day
And love
And live

My choice

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