What memories will I leave behind
When I leave this planet earth?
No pyramids or opuses,
Or any visible thing of worth!
Yet I may leave something so unseen,
As small as a single house fly.
The descendants of the few I let,
Get away from the swatter’s try.
Maybe I’ll leave just a beetle,
As my legacy to life beyond…
I once plucked his drowning father,
From a stagnate summer pond.
But you will leave valuable things behind. You'll leave this website, which is a story, if one can interpret it, of ourlife from 2009 to the present. Lots of opuses (or opera, if you want to be pedantic, which you don't; I like unusual plurals, don't you).
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