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0.015 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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Twenty-five thousand days

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

The Altar

by Charles Tennyson Turner

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Twenty-five thousand days

by Richard

From the silence of my grave
I count the cost of fortunes made
A lifetime chasing shiny things
Now death its final audit brings

Six feet under, cold and still
Wealth I hoarded, now bequeathed
Chased those dollars with iron will
Left behind, no fortune beneath

Twenty-five thousand days, all we get
More precious than gold, our only asset
Time's the true wealth we fail to see
Now it's too late for a spending spree

Invested all in golden dreams
Forgot to cash in moments plenty
Nature's beauty, unseen by me
Family dinners, chair left empty

If I could again balance life's ledger
I'd invest in joy, and not be a hedger
The richest aren't those who make the most
They're those who of much time could boast

Time's the true currency, spend it well
Stories shared are wealth to tell
In this vault of earth, one truth remains
The true profit of life lies not in gains

The Altar

by Charles Tennyson Turner

How fondly look'd I on the place,
Assign'd to rites of spousal love,
How saintly seem'd that board of grace,
With Jesus blessing bread above!

'Twas bosom'd in a kindlier air,
Than th' outer realms of care and dole;
A sacred spirit brooded there,
Whose spell-like silence lull'd the soul!

For tho' full oft the accents dear,
Here utter'd, had been falsely fond,
Still they were breath'd and plighted here,
And broken in a place beyond!

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