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Jun 2018
Forwards - back, I can't keep track
As my mind drifts the time slips
The moment that's priceless is wasted
Constantly evading enjoying the main bit

Now, who'd like to think about now?
How? When I'm either anticipating or debating
My precious time pours down the drainage
If only I could save it
Written by
LETSRap  England
       Fawn and Martina
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