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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life Is Not What It Seem (Wreathed Quatrains) (In Answer To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s nothing that can stop the sands of time<br>some lives sublime will face death on a day<br>nothing can stay, without reason or rhyme<br>existence does begrime, by destiny swept away; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">great men play and live, leave prints in the sand, <br>they are grand, but they lead others to disaster, <br>as plaster impressions, difficult to understand<br>very underhand few can their tricks master</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and faster life passes; it’s not what it seems; <br>as in a dream events are ever changing, <br>everything does not turnout as we do deem, <br>self-esteem does not always happiness bring, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">even achieving and pursuing, may bring a end<br>in a world bend, while for justice we wait<br>with hate, on words and acts till we are spent, <br>while descent nothing is or even straight<br>.<br>but in our gait, if we do trust in God, <br>even if ungodly we act in recreation<br>on every occasion to the final sod<br>it’s quite odd, He brings a new creation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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some lives sublime will face death on a day
nothing can stay, without reason or rhyme
existence does begrime, by destiny swept away; 

great men play and live, leave prints in the sand, 
they are g..."></div>
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