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Apr 2016
We've sat and we've thought
and we got
everything we've ever sought.

But it wasn't worth a dime
of our precious time.

We raced then we spaced
For what?
there is no time, only fate,
and for that, there is no
going rate.
Written by
stone the bear
403
     --- and GaryFairy
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