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Dec 2012
When
Living life at
Speed, if you blink,
You will miss it, thundering
Down the road to hell, thinking
This is not the Promised Land, since
You wanted something cooler, never
Planning an afterlife of flames,
A somewhat hottish heaven.
I found the way by going
Slow, do everything
At 33 instead
Of 78.
Ian Beckett
Written by
Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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