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gone, Shines laughter and tears with light long since shone; A moment to make, a lifetime to shed; Valued then but lost when you're dead. Question : What Is It? A dagger thrust at my own heart Dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield To the twisting of the blade. Question : What am I? Why did the girl put her dollar in her sandwich? See answers |
