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Nov 2018
Every day
you do something for the last time.
You don't realize it.
You don't know why or how.
Only when you look back
do you understand
what has happened;
that something you
once did or said
is no more.
John White
Written by
John White  57/M/Canada
(57/M/Canada)   
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   Dennis Willis
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