Sometimes life’s empty.
No goals, no hopes, no purpose.
Let’s go play Scrabble.
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What the heck. I woke,
I’m breathing. I might as well
make the choice to love.
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Between who I was
and who I am becoming,
ah, there the work lies.
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Whosoever would
be named a poet must be
a reader as well.
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Turning toward others,
living with an open heart.
Peace merging with love.
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At all times, choose life.
Choose friends and love and sharing.
Most of all, choose peace.
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One need not suffer.
Pain is forever a choice.
Elders opt for peace
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Today is the most
beautiful day. I choose to
see joy and beauty
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