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Point of life

Oh well what's the point.  Is it just not to disappoint to many . Oh yeah that's the point they had to make . Point fingers get them cut off . Well now your point is . Is it ponient . Or babbling , no point to that story , expect the lessons learned . Life sometimes points you in the right direction , allows you to forget about the pointless , points earned by valueing the point of life .To not disappoint the true you . Whatever  that is to you . There was a shadow who has a long finger who beconed thee . A grey /black misty dense shadow cape surrounds the  long finger  point at you . Is the point to life accepting the hour glass sand running . Oh  that's the point  , be dust in the wind , be the unnamed , unknown , point out the good in others .For thou are life . 
 

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Lorris Morris

Whats your point....point....armless...smile

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Liliana of the ...

My point of view . Is life is full of it's good and bad points . And that the individual should try and get there point across as lovingly as  possible and not point fingers at others to point out flaws . Just point out the odvise . 

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