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The HolidayThis holiday, I'll deeply live, Taste and touch, And often give. I'll live the now, Each moment strong, And feel the beat, In living song. I'll soak the sun, And take the rain, And when it's dark, I'll sense the pain. Tomorrows end I will not see, I want to smile, And simply be. Before it came I wasn't here, And when I leave, I will not fear! Joy Weare 12th August, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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