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Poet of the River

(july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

Born to live (Quote)


'If we are borne to die, the we would have never been born. We are in fact born to live, so that is what we must do.' -River Poet

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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  • Thomas A Robinson (3/28/2013 6:46:00 PM)

    We breathe in we breath out.
    We are born then we die.
    The space between breathing in and the pause and then breathing out, is where we get the
    chance to live.
    So from the moment we are born and the rattle of our last breath we are given that sacred gift of living.
    Living and existing are not the same.
    So get busy living and have no regrets. (Report) Reply

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