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Created on: January 17, 2009
Born from the rising of the
Sun, the day begins
Its 24 hour
Life.
Some days are
Bitter, born old,
Tired,
Hoping the sun will set quickly
On its weary
Existance.
But some days erupt
Into being with
A vigor
That perpetuates and permiates
Throuhout the hours, minutes, even
Seconds that pass
As the clock
Ticks away its
Time in
History.
Those days build the soul, give
Hope to life,
Fill the breast
With vitality
And give
Meaning to the
Journeys of men.
These days keep
Give a strenght,
They replinish a
Drive to
Survive the
Days born
Bitter.
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