Life

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    Life

    When I was small and my feet so tiny,
      You'd say come here and walk my way.
    When I grew older and my antics weren't funny,
      You'd hold and hug me telling me life was so sunny.
    When I moved from home to go to school,
      I found alot more than the golden rule.

    Time went by and those walks I forgot,
      Till the day of the call that broke my heart.
    You were called home on that bright sunny day,
      Your words still linger come here come walk my way
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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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