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Life Cycles


Dust in the wind blown from a tombstone floats to a clinic where infants cry. The cycle begins, life flourishes. Words are spoken, walking is learned. School is completed, sports are played. Love is found, a job is earned. A family is created, old age pursues. Sweet death arrives, a funeral is soon. Dust in the wind blown from a tombstone. Life begins and life ends.
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