POEMS of LIFE
The secret of life is in art. - - - Oscar Wilde
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As I lay down in bed,
you give comfort
to my tiring head.
When I’m weary,
I hug you.
When I’m pondering,
I embrace you.
When I sleep
you’re at my side,
and never leave me
even when I lay astride.
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