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Never too early, never too late;
Life can be a heaped-up plate.
Today you are comfy, tomorrow, lost;
Yesterday's loss determines the cost.
The future disguises no blemishes.
Hope's a parachute that never perishes.
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haha.... I thought by the titled I'd be taken around the aisles in the Plastic Box shop... poemetical brilliant in last line...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The couplet for suits the modular nonconformity. A plenty to ponder over. CP
Thank you ever so kindly for your most kind words in response.