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River of Life

Life is a river, tempestuous at best

Full of chaos, rife with a trifle at best.

It’s easy to lose oneself in that agonizing flow

If one does not learn to let go.

The pain. The doubt.

All wish for one to scream, now shout.

But no, that’s not what life is  about.

Let go. Move on. Be at peace, don’t pout.

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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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