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Live For Today...
Isn't that what they say? For everyone everywhere I honestly believe it means Or ask yourself questions like So unfulfilling Me out to the point On my existence And lead you to a tragic Satisfying and true Each and every morning Wonder what could have been Of your life that's not eternal To soar above Remember you only You'll probably regret what you On the unknown When you look back Have to ask yourself Without enjoying my days Resource Box - © Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8364.asp
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