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Thursday, March 24, 2005

The Survivor 
Once I thought, when we were flying,
life was short - and friends were dying -
life was short and brief thought I;
we were flying through the sky.

Life was brief and short for us,
but for townsmen down below,
life was long and life was slow;
life was long for them below.

Now I know, who am below,
life is never long nor slow;
such my burden is, my grief;
life is ever swift and brief.

- Jim Bailey

Via Moo

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