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As you who races surely knows How time begins to haze Amass your duties faster still The fear of fleeting days

Awake one morn’ a blur of you A fairer shade of grey Recall each year and wonder when You spent your life away

Our time is like a flywheel It’s inertia is our work A chance to brake, to halt the march To rest and stay inert

Unless a conscience effort You make to take it slow One by one each year will pass A slave to status quo

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October 23rd 2020