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The Ball of Life | ||
| Life is like a rolling ball, Passing things on left and right. It may sometimes drift and fall, Speeding on with force and might. Sometimes it will leave a trace So that folks will know it passed. Memories and happy face, Though it went through very fast. Then one day the tired ball halts, Coming then at last to rest. One can overlook its faults, 'Cause it rolled its level best. | ||
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