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Apr 2013
Time is ever fleeting, by the minute, by the day
It seems no matter what I try my life just slips away

Birth was only yesterday, tomorrow feels like death
This ride is almost over and I cannot catch my breath

The more I think, the more I try, the more it slips away
This ugly little paradox ends only in dismay

It can’t be stopped, can’t be slowed, don’t know why I try
They're telling me to savor it, but instead
I wonder,


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Edit:  06/11/2012
Mark Edwards Jr
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Mark Edwards Jr  30/M/Oregon
     Allison and Suhas Ghoke
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