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Jul 2022
fractions of time
fleeting by.
Yet creating in their wake
the days and nights.
In which we stand.
Giving
and yet sometimes
Taken
for granted.
Yet every fraction in time.
Should be taken as being precious.
Barry
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Barry  48/M/New Zealand
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