A quest in question is questionable at
best...Tomorrow's tomorrow will measure the
morrow, which leads to a tougher test!
These days of autumn are days of sorrow...
Finially gone, as wasted as borrowed!
We wish to fulfill our final journeys,
t'was as numerous as tasted cleansed...
Exhumed in fro' the body's breath, finally
taken, as refreshed.
Our lifely quest t'was on the horizon...
Finely mixed, as vastly meshed!
01-01-2006'. Michael Jeffrey Gale
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