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May 2015
We are wasting away
every day that goes by
but
every day that goes by
how much time do we waste?

We mustn't make haste
travel at our own pace
claim your place
grow to know your own face.

This is our fate:
we are wasting away
one day at a time
we choose whether or not it's sublime.
Ryan Frisby
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