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Busy
EverythingRushesHurdlingOnAndICan’t KeepUpSometimesIStumble But TheMomentumPushesMe OnAndOnAndOnUntilISeemToBe F a l l i n g A w a y F r o m L i f e AndICan’tMakeThemHearMeEvenWhen ItugOntheirSleeveAndTryToExplainThat It’sTooFastForMeINeedMoreTime ButNooneCanHearWhenIAmUsingLogic SoFinallyIScream: PLEASE STOP AND LISTEN YOU”RE ALL WRONG YOU’VE GOT TO TAKE TIME TO NOTICE LITTLE THINGS LIKE THOSE WHO FALL BEHIND AND CAN’T KEEP UP AndTheyStareAtMeAndThinkI’mNutsUntil ItSinksInAndTheyRealizeIt’sTrueWhatISayAndTheyWonderHowTheyCouldBe SoWrongThenTheyNoticeTheirPace And Begin To Slow Down And F i n d T h a t I t ’ s N o t S o B a d G o i n g S L O W.
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