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May 2022
It used to be now,
But now it is not.
I used to know how,
But now I do not.
Time passes through us,
What do we do?
Do we do with it,
Or let it be through?
Wishing time over
Will come at last.
And at last, will we cry,
How quickly it’s passed?
Live in each moment,
Breathe deep, be aware.
Know God and be certain,
There’s no time to spare.
Written by
Cecil  69/M/The Meadows
(69/M/The Meadows)   
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