The great tragedy of life is that
Every thing you love, cherish, work for and worship will deteriorate, diminish, decay and die.
“You,” will vanish like a may fly on the wind as if you had never been. 67 more words
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Yellow stone waters gurgle softly,
Pale wildflowers full with nectar,
Fuzzy bumbles drunk on sunshine.
Bighorns traverse the slickrock above
Adjacent the pines and cottonwood. 49 more words