Why are we here,
I ask myself often
Is it just to pass time
Until It is time
For the coffin
Did the creator
Have a master plan
An idea designed
For the species
Known as man
Were we put here as
Guardians of this once
Lush ripe planet,
If that is the case
Then why did man
Sh*t can it?
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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