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Decimals
Contributed by
ripper_something_unusual
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Tuesday, 18th July 2006 @ 07:36:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Decimals show we all make fault,
All capable of mistakes,
There is always room for error,
At the bottom of these lakes,
Perfection is just an object,
We strive for by design,
It will always be out of reach,
For we have such little time.
And man is just another beast,
Sometimes even worse,
But he strives for something better,
Until he rides out in his hearse,
And then decimals become full stops,
The ending to mans tome,
Still the purest heart bleeds out putrid sin,
And it never could atone.
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Re: Decimals
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by wrdz on
Wednesday, 19th July 2006 @ 04:11:47 PM AEST
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| Somewhat unusual, but with a lot to think about. Nice job of that. Thank you for sharing this. wrdz |
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