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Hurrying stumbling almost falling running here and there. The days aren't long enough to be with friend or mate to share. Out of time I cannot wait, I cannot be late, Oh my! I wish there were more time in a day it hurriedly passes by. Do you ever remember when the minutes ticked slowly away? The way time passes oh so fast it seems like yesterday. It doesn't seem that long ago, only a few mere days ago. But time has sped up and once again, I'm running to and fro. I wish things were like they used to be at a lazy pace. To do everything you needed to do it wasn't such a race. When you had all the time in the world, one day is all it took. When one had time to unwind to read a real good book. By: Cissyccr Revised~ 5/16/08 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5/9/08
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