Nails can be used For many purposes Simply because their job Is to fix anything anytime... Our days look-like those nails that fix us hard... Our whole days have turned into Hammers and nails that strike on Our heads to fix us hard... We only suffer from our whole days By day and by night... We have turned into shapes that Only days can fix us hard... Life's nails and hammers strike hard On our whole bodies to fix them well, but All in vain... As long as our days try to fix us, but All in vain, then We greatly fail to be or to be not... ______________________________________________________________________
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