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Jul 2016
One more second til I leave the present far behind,
One step until I stand in future's place.
Again tomorrow is but only one more day away,
When Then and Now shall merge in their embrace.

The clock ticks on without a care; never looking back,
Its optimistic rhythm fills the room.
No lament of history shall alter future's shape,
For now is just an echo far too soon.
Richard Wishart
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