david hobbs
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Going OnI wandered lonely as a cloud
Like Jesus in the Turin shroud
I left my mark or so I thought
But in the end it came to nought.
Passing through is what we do
Believing, that we are.
But when life ends for us my friends
Nothing we still are
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Deb's
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I don't like that... what a sad thought...
love & light,
Deb's. x
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meiah
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Made me chuckle.
My daughter spent a while looking at the Big Bang to find out where energy came from.
She concluded we are all made of borrowed bits, none of it new, and all of it being replaced from other secondhand bits. But as all those second hand bits are essentially derived from stardust, it doesn't make us anything less.
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Deb's
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Anything less than the stars that we are.... 
loved & light,
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