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Submitted by ophalyn grace f... on March 19, 2010 - 5:26pm.
poem
Our bones may get brittle,
Our knees will get weaken,
Our skin will wrinkle,
Our sight may get blur.
Our hearts still young,
Our hopes still alive,
Our dreams still believing,
Our faith still strong.
Our future is near,
Our future is sick,
Our future is death,
Our future is be with God.
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