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Feb 2019
When will we learn to cherish seconds
And crumbs of happy, quiet life?
The careless image, how it beckons!
But will it last or melt to strife?

Let's dream 'bout more, but value seconds!
Time changes quickly, raw & rife...
For only he, who wisely reckons,
Will find the joy in stormy life!
A draft. Written *on the run*
Angie
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