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| Heaven or Hell |
| Heaven or Hell
Who can tell? To one it�s paradise To the other it�s a torture device To him a sport, fishing through the ice To me simply cold, frozen ice To her a home she describes with mirth To me the ends of the earth They cling to the solitude I miss the cultural attitude To them its heaven To me hell times seven Copyright � Kenna Marie 2006 |
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