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I am a man with one distinguishing manner. I view life as a nonstop roll by circus. Whatever my senses signal to my brain, it is received as humor.
Robert S. Hatfield
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Unveiling my heart of thoughtless desires
Beseeched the call from Destiny
Ripe with wrath at my insistence
Unwanted days of crying hours
In self despise, I reveled
I wake to curse at deaths refusal
I'm fed distain
With bitter options
Karma lends her gentle touch
Radiance swells upon my chance
To know again
A faint acquaintance
Seeps through the blank existence
I fear once more
to die
My heart can live
Again to dance, or sing
This feeling lifts my soul
I'm free to hold
And love again, my lesson learned from fate
I hold myself to Destiny and kiss
That sweet spirit Karma
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