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Jul 2010
There's no time like the present,
no future in your past.
No telling what life might bring,
is this moment your last?

Life is not a promise,
it is merely a gift.
What you have no control of,
and things may suddenly shift.

The memories will stay forever,
the storms will pass.
As long as you live every moment,
as if it is your last.
Jolene Perron
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