Rodney Rod Smith
Chances - Poem by Rodney Rod Smith
Is thee a reason for not to be told
of a reason that will always be bold.
Life is a mystery life has no tail
A resaon does have to be of no avail.
Small impulses of no reason to tell
reasons let live and learn it well.
No reason to life of love but to give,
like a gift of self will of an olive branch.
To give life one more chance.
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