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Apr 2015
Why does time always flow
opposite to how we want it?
How come the cheerful and relaxing times
are over so soon?
Why does the river of time rush past when we need it to slow down?
And for the bad times, why must they drag on, slower than a snail in molasses?
If only the ability to control the flow of time was granted to me...
Written by
Fox Härtlis
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   Arlo Disarray
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