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When counting luck or blessings thick....don't doubt for once you're very rich...

In clear and lucid moments,
while the world is raging round,
I find the calm of day spent,
with my head upon the ground.

The tearing haste, the panicked rush,
would all but take my breath,
I often seek the solemn hush,
though when I'd least expect,

The world for all its fervor,
reminds with just a glance,
that life is quickly over,
we get no second chance.

Why spend the seconds counting,
every bauble, jewel and coin,
when the wealth of your amounting,
can't be assessed in what you own.
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  1. AnonymousJune 29, 2011 at 2:12 PM

    True that.

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  2. AnonymousJune 30, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    agreed.
    stunning writing.

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  3. AnonymousJune 30, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    Short Story Slam Week 4 is still open for submission,
    Come on in,
    We love your creativity/talent…
    Happy Thursday!
    Love & hugs.
    xoxox

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