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Stumbled across this ancient poem, written several lifetimes ago by a confused youth who is now nothing more than somebody that I used to know. But I remember liking it, and I guess I still do, and maybe it would’ve put a smile on that kids face if he knew back then that I would be here today to present it for your perusal...


Everyone’s story is published in heaven

and every single tale has a satisfying ending

a kiss can begin and then last forever

and if you find the answers, you’re bound to forget the questions.

Your shopping list is incomplete

but no one really minds

for there’s all the groceries you can eat

and spare change for impulse buys

And anyone who was afraid

has nothing to fear anymore

And if you have the time you’ll meet

the girl I write poetry for


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