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When we were young we had all the time in
The world.
Now, time is a raging current racing
Past us.
It has no regrets or sympathies to
Bind it,
No reason for second chances.
We must keep pace, we must live each day or
Be left adrift in a sea of sorrows.

© Amanda Makepeace

NaPoWriMo 2012

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