Now you know I'm made of stone and only dream
of flying and shall never stop until I fall and die,
though at present it feels as if I'm falling, but I'm
stalling in accepting this Requiem of Death
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good poem about certain truisms of life - but just 'certain', and not the ones that truly matter after all. and you got it all, you know them all
Nice write Margaret, but with a touch of sadness, boredom comes and goes in everyone at one time or another, now don't get lost, in cyberspace! ! *10*! ! ! Best wishes, Friend Thad