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Past.

By , Adna, WA
I sit and I watch,
As the day turns slowly past,
Time never stops to consider the last.

It flies and it drifts,
As the world mills below,
Time never stops to suit those we know.

We run and we hide,
As it searches life's rim,
Time never stops, the past is too grim.





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