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Get involved in a project And the hours just slip away. Before you know it, dusk arrives To zipper up the day. No matter what you work on, Using implements or brains, The progress that you make depends On how the time restrains. With luck, you get to finish Or make good on your intent, ‘Til you look outside and wonder Where exactly this day went.

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Date: 12/30/2024 5:02:00 AM
Perfect poem
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Date: 12/29/2024 1:56:00 PM
You have a good idea. I'm hoping to read more books. Your poem gives me promise.
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Date: 12/28/2024 11:12:00 PM
Hear! Hear! I know the feeling from experience. / Maurice
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Date: 12/28/2024 8:59:00 PM
Another great IB poem. Season's best, my friend. ~ Gershon
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Date: 12/28/2024 7:11:00 PM
I hear you! :) Sometimes I am up early in the morning early hours, just doing something...
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