Come now and tell me a tale,
Of how life is born,
then turns stale.
We must jump, laugh,
and dance a jig,
For tomorrow may be
the last little gig.
Love who ya got in your life,
From birth til the end,
Resist the strife.
Get on that horse,
Step up on that box,
Cuz nothin's worse,
than facin a loss.
Be happy today,
pray at night,
Don't say life is wrong,
Believe that it's right.
~CrystalMaryMurphy
Feb 16 2012
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