As I look to the east then back to the west, I wonder
if someday we will pass the test. With each of us it's
different:but equally important.So don't let your
life go to waste,have no fear it will come in its own
time with its own taste.Wind,rain,sun or snow.Life
eventually passes us by and I find that it does'nt
matter if you have material s**t to show.What
matters is in the heart and the soul.It's what i
believe-what I know!*

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