LaSoaphia QuXazs (1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)
We Born, We Die.
But how we spend the time between?
It is up to our choice if we go along with ease
Or believe everything what is seen.
We all have our destination, however we can choose
Many messages just want to tempt us
Choose the honest, the kind, that way you never loose.
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