Chance.A Poem by Zen Wolfthe body is a complex machine.your born you cry you live you lie you laugh you scream you sleep you dream you eat you drink you plan you think you want you need you love you breed you nurture you care you venture you dare you fight you kill you love you heal your bodies a machine of complex design and without nature it would surely decline your heart beats steady and your brain thinks fast is there a creator or is this just chance?
© 2011 Zen WolfAuthor's Note
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