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Life Is Too Short To Be Wasted By Want of Action

Sometimes you feel without aim
Yet all the time want your name 
To bear moment and some fame
It feels awful to be game
To fate’s arrow that lands lame
And wants you just to be tame
Inaction’s an evil maim

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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