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Make haste, make haste, no time to waste,
the sandman's on the move!
The minutes chased, missspent, misplaced,
swift scattered are, remove
from life the paste thats interlaced
with love to leave the groove
by others faced with fears encased
within themselves! Improve
your chances paced by those who've raced
where most may fear, disprove
the double-faced, minds [s]oft, effaced.
let no one disapprove
Strong spirits graced with soul true, chaste,
which ever must reprove
all evil based on base, poor taste, -
which ever seeks to prove
Good may be traced, Right be embraced
in confidence - for you've
the need to haste to truth, yes haste,
for Time is on the move!
Jonathan ROBIN
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Sunday, October 22, 2006 |
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010 |
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