With child like
Innocence,
We perpetually
Ask why,
Assuming there is
A reason
For everything,
And where
None exists,
Or none
Can be found,
We will
Invent one.
Friday, January 23, 2009
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A compilation of narrative reflections on the nature of life and love by Charles McCormick
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