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Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
As days knock upon April's door,

Soon March, my friend, will be no more,

We cannot stop the shifting sands,

As time we cannot so command.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Never been a clever talker,

Not known to hold my tongue,

Once it gets in motion,

I'm in trouble before long

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