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May 2018
Now
The past has gone
Like a heap of ashes
It blew away in the wind

Tomorrow may not come
It may only be a dream
Will it ever come to be?

All I have is now
The very precious now
Too good to waste
Written by
Steve Thornes
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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