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May 2017
This trembling earth
Spins us around
As our time ticks away
And dwindles on down

Now is the moment
We live in our dreams
Later is something
We’ve never seen

Yesterday came
But now it’s just gone
Only memories are left
Of that passing song

Tomorrow may come
But it certainly won’t last
Nothing can live
In the future or past
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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