Clean slateA Poem by DRDTo begin againIf we could redo all that we had done wrong, Would we live the perfect life, or would we wish to have mad a mistake. If our lives were like a white board, does it have an eraser, Mayhap life is a clean slate only at birth. For we all seem to have scratch outs even in death. © 2012 DRDAuthor's Note
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