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Mar 2020
It's hard to know what's real
When the stakes for false are so high
When we feel that one wrong move
May cost us precious time.

But what we cannot know
Should be the least of our fears
What we cannot do
Cannot be the cause of our tears.

We are stronger when we must wait
Than we ever are rushing ahead
And if the grass isn't green today,
We'll hope for tomorrow instead.
Zach Lubline
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Zach Lubline  Denver
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