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Old Stuff Our own demise
Is based upon our actions
The death of one
And birth of another
“What goes around,
Comes around.”
The endless circle of life,
A downward spiral for some,
Will never cease,
For it is inescapable.
-come and go
Don’t know what’s next,
A pretty rose
To all the rest,
And our demise
Then we’ll arise-
