The past is the past for a reason
That is where it is supposed to stay
But some cannot let it go
In their heads it eats away
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My friend tells me
a man in my house jumped off the roof
the roof is the eighth floor of this building
the roof door was locked how did he manage? Continue reading →

How gayly is at first begun
Our Life’s uncertain Race!
Whilst yet that sprightly Morning Sun,
With which we just set out to run
Enlightens all the Place.
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I count each day a little life,
With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
And keep it sane and sweet.
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A man doesn’t have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn’t have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
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Life is the body’s light; which, once declining,
Those crimson clouds i’ th’ cheeks and lips leave shining:-
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