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Jan 2015
The sands of time run
through the tips of my fingers.
I cannot slow the flow
but I can throw it all away
I can never regain what I've lost,
only hope i can hold onto
something good in the future
before i am left with nothing.
Neil Ryan
Written by
Neil Ryan  Leeds
(Leeds)   
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