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Sometimes I think of good old days
but were they really all that good?
Or are they brightened by time's glaze
as I squint beneath memories' hood?

But that past can not be cured
nor brought back to anyone
just recollections old and blurred.
Like leaves they all turn slowly dun.

Let me share a secret my friend
the future has an ending point
and we all come to that end
like the snap of a breaking joint.

So let the past go where it will,
let future's worries dissipate.
Though we cannot make time stand still
its Nows which add up to our fate.

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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I know this is pretty raw so feel free to help
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Know, that we cannot make time stand still
It's the 'Now' that adds up our fate.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

all the help I can get lol

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that is never far away. That place that authenticity comes from, and spawns creativity. Really like this.

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I never know on my own whether or not something I write is any good. Thank you for your kind comment

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Hi scribbler. consider changing "good" to a synonym.(great, grand) and try to replace "hood" it's a real reach for me...


. like my lost dreams...the flood

I have not been happy with those 2 lines since they were written. Good to know my instincts are correct lol. I'm going to do an edit before long and will see if I can straighten this out

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