Life

Poem By Raymond John

life is hided in a dark hole.
where the secert is locked in a box.
life is key for the futuer and life hold the key to the box.
when life is dead, the secert is lost.
life, life, the hope of the past.
life the dreams of the futuer.
life the entry of dam.
life the past of the futuer.

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