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Wasted milk and spoiled fruit
rotten veggies, out I threw fridges full of useless meat meals to waste, uneaten treats Wasted chances to meet a friend wasted cards I did not send chances lost, at such a cost are what I regret most in the end Wasted money, wasted time things I lost when they were mine wasted books I never read wasted dreams I had in bed Movies that I never viewed all the stuff I didn't do wasted plans and wasted hope and wasted love, regretted most Intentions never carried out the things we used to talk about plans left lying on a page ambitions now are left backstage Like a giant attic sale laid out unused, or tried and failed someone may yet pick them up I really wish them better luck Wendy Atkinson
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