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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Poem about the meaning of life... or is it?
[time] => 2004-07-13 23:58:50
[hometext] => This poem started out as nothing, sort of got into the meaning of life... but honestly I don't know what its about. but *Please* read and comment! thanks
[bodytext] => We all run around Day in day out, But what we don’t think about is Our time running out. So why do we rush? And fuss about things. Over little things, Like hair and clothes And the little things we just can’t control? I often wonder, What happens when you die? How you get to heaven? What is it like? For this no one of earth knows. For everyone wants heaven, The touch and grace of god, But no one wants to die. So what happens when you are dead? What is to become of me? I cannot see myself grown Does that mean my days are numbered? The bible tells us the world will end. In 2012, So does that mean I will die so young? I am not trying to question God, Or the bible for that matter, But what I must know is what’s going on? Why do these planes crash? Why do these terrorists continue to attack? Why Why Why I want to know why. But no one will answer. Its out of everyone’s reach. I must keep on dreaming, Wishing, Praying, Thinking. For this I must tell you Live to your fullest. Because you never know what tomorrow may bring. Or if it may even come. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Angel_From_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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