A poem by Mike
To be, or to exist.
To bare, or to deal.
With what measure is a man
How firm is thy foundation?
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mikeslawns11 · October 27, 2022 at 2:03 am
this is a comment
Albert Taylor · October 27, 2022 at 3:33 am
Good question, perhaps the measure of a man is not in the grains of sand which fall from his grip like a watched hourglass but the chuckles which ripple through the arena like a babbling brook.