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Nov 20
When I was young the days seemed longer,
the weeks and months, even a year an eternity,
then the ensuing speeding decades seemed to
melt away like winter snows. Reminding me
that life is a brief and fleeting thing not to be
taken for granted or wasted.
Definition:
A thing that exists in fact having previously  
only existed in one's mind.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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