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May 2016
Be secure with some peace.
There's no cause for your fear;
History assures us,
Bad will fail.

Weeks from now,
Today's terrors are gone,
Predictions confirm
Goodness prevails.

The bad can't escape.

Cold comfort, I hear,
But what of today?
The nows conflict
With our joys,
you say.

This too will pass.
Fade like lover's breath;
So seldom brought up,
Soon laid to rest.

Good lives on,
The bad's with past sorrows,
For Goodness sake,
Let's get on with tomorrow.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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