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Poem #42: Nothing

Story by bhscorch1313 on SoFurry

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#43 of Poetry

A poem I wrote when I was about 12 I think. I found it and decided to modify it a little bit. It is about appreciating life.

Nothing

Nothing can be everything,

If we want something to believe

Because it is better to receive

Nothing, than not be here at all;

Nothing can be everything,

Even if we don't withdraw

But hide behind our made-up wall

Full of nothing, then that's just fine;

Nothing can be everything,

If we don't have food to dine

Nothing has no reason to whine

Because life is something.

~bhscorch

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