L-ife is like a vapor,
E-ach day is so uncertain;
A-nother morrow is unknown,everything comes to an end.
G-reatness of a man
A-lways has its given time;
T-he next thing you know,
C-rushed column knows no rhyme.
H-ope November twentieth comes from man's Creator;
O-pen your mind to God's hand, life is like a vapor.
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