Life is a series of the candles of the day.
perpetually melting, One candle at a time.
One man has many and the other has one.
Every man has to fill in the blanks of his fate.
In the light of the melting candles of the day.
Doodly woodly, Color Splash, shading invading with some ash.
Draw, ink-throw, or write four three two one.
Leaving the blank as blank is a luxury to none.
every man must fill, as long as the candles glow.
and read what he has written when the lights off-glow.
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