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They think I suffer
From but one affliction;
But I enjoy it.
You always waste time,
But what you can't see is this:
Time is wasting you.
Help may come someday
When you least expect, or want;
But it will save you.
One will tell the tale,
Another will blur its lines;
A third sets it straight.
You've tried a hundred times, I know,
But don't give up what you've begun;
It may be that what you seek will succeed
In try number a hundred and one.
my 100th 4-line poem
Never simply wait;
When the time comes, it will too;
For now, you must work.
Hope will strip you of worry,
It will give your heart a spark;
It can take away your fears:
But it needs credibility to work.
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