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Time Is The Coin Of Our Live. We Must Take Care How We Spend It.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.

Poetry Is The Journal Of A Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air.

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars

Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.