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Good Advice

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Here is not exactly here
because it passed by there
two seconds ago;
where it will not come back.
Although you adjust to this- it's nothing, you say, just the way it is.
How poor we are, with all this running through our fingers.
"Here," says the Devil, "Eat.
It's Paradise.
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