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Feb 26
A mystery to us all, we all have it or not enough of it
Always saving it, but there is nothing to be saved
We all spend it daily sometimes spent wrongly or too quickly

All time is the same, trade it for memories to last a lifetime
Time is elusive and persistent nothing special today
Written by
Michael A Duff  47/M/Tx
(47/M/Tx)   
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     Foreigner Soralen and ---
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