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CYNICS ARE MADE

Life for some is a bed of roses
Many times you don't meet your bed the way you laid it.
The hay you made while the sun shines remain damp while the sloth  gets a barn-full
Someone stole the silver at the end of the cloud and replaced it with a counterfeit.
The swift has got a fighting chance at the race!
Enough of the bull
This is Life
And she is hostile.
Written by olablinks (Ola)
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