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It Is Odd

by Chole Chanem

It is odd
From birth until beneath the sod
The many things we seek
Are the chains that do us keep

To seek what is good
To seek what is right
Makes us what we ought
Makes our future bright

We cannot change the fact
But only choose our goal
For if the good chains we take
The holding will make us whole



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