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May 2022
No time to be kind,
Too much on your mind,
Because you are wrestling the hands of time,
Something is wrong,
I don’t know what,
When I ask,
I always interrupt,
Angry or mean?
I cannot decide,
And it makes me nervous,
Afraid to ask why
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
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