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One Day

I hope to leave my life gracious with greatness|

So that one day you remember the smiles and the frowns|

The ups and the downs|

All that is beautiful juxtaposed to all that is frightful|

The words and the sounds|

The wins and the losses|

May one day see you grow to your perfect form|

And you remember and recite this poem|

Never forget those before nor forsake those after|

I hope to leave you with the lessons of life|

So that one day you may give back the gift of life|

Don't let grief get the best of you|

For I will always seek to guide and direct you toward the finish line|
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  1. BeastMay 5, 2011 at 2:00 AM

    Dood, that was very well written!

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  2. ima girlMay 5, 2011 at 5:36 PM

    wow, i like this :)

    my word verification is "tries"

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  3. Ed VillatoroMay 14, 2011 at 7:21 PM

    Hahaha...you just made me spit out my ice-tea. Too funny jamie. Thanks for the compliment, and the offer. Lol

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  4. TerrabyteCafeMay 15, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    I really like this, great job! I especially enjoyed the fact that you used juxtaposed (one of my favorite words).

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