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Many Wishes The quite relentless flow of days Go marching on and nothing stays Exactly as it is right now. I'd like to slow the tide somehow. There is so much I plan to do. The hours seeming far too few. Although I try to make them be Productive, still it seems to me The day is done and there are still So many wishes left to fill, But in the path of such a force As moving time, I am of course, A speck of flotsam, carried on Till my tomorrows are all gone. |
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