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Jun 2019
Travelling on the treadmill of time
we only stop to die.
Did we but know when we were born
of the fate of you and I.
The moment of birth we cannot recall
death we cannot foresee.
Just two more cogs on the treadmill of time
is the fate of you and me.
from my collection " moments in time"
Written by
rose hopkins  Wye Valley, South Wales,
(Wye Valley, South Wales,)   
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     N, Sue Huff and Bogdan Dragos
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