Procrastination Is a Disease
Call a spade a spade
Leave to cut to blade
So to have a better shape
Ears should hear
Take action and beware
Procrastination's a
disease
Grab your copy before that only compatible one gets sold
Regret comes when beauty gets old
Life gets aged
As minutes fade
Life's beautiful
Only when it's meaningful
with riches so bountiful
To enjoy man's enemy....
You just have to call a
spade a spade
And leave a waste to
waste
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