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Mar 2015
tis time
to let the words
tumble mumble forth

tis time
to let the laughter
gambol and play

tis time
to let the tears
slide down my cheeks

tis time
to sort the boxes
that contain your life

tis time
to dwell in memory
of many precious days

tis time, tis time.
yet still I procrastinate...
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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