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He would make that face because the sun hurt his eyes. He died of skin cancer.
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The Clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power,
To tell just when the hands will stop
On what day or what hour.
Now is the only time we have,
So live it with a will,
Don't wait until tomorrow,
The hands may then be still.
Last edited by gorillamom; 01-30-2008 at 03:49 PM.
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