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Feb 2013
You say you're moving forward?

But how can that be
When clinging to the past
How can the future be seen?

You frown and glare
And yes, it's your choice

You rant and rave
Well, at leastΒ Β you've found your voice

Convinced you are entitled

You sit and fume
Wearing your lovely crown of righteousness
In your cold damp tomb

With new fervor, you seek those
Who'll never change their minds

The dependable, the scrupulous and virtuous
Those who never cross the line

Well I'm sorry to say...*

They simply don't exist
Except for those found on
Imagination's list
Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson
Written by
Catherine Ann Howatt-Dickson  Prince Edward Island
(Prince Edward Island)   
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