Peace Sorrow Poem by Timothy Long

Peace Sorrow



The lies slowly come true, as the life starts to fade, the proggestion is unworthy of the people, for the love of someone got hurt, the principles are taxed, the recovery is slow, But worth the while, the brain works in many ways, one is staged, the other is eirre, big is the money from little accidents to big rewards.

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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