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Today September 30, 2020

Today September 30, 2020 By: Miracle Man My mind is wrapped in times long past, recapturing moments of what life has wrought. Sensing that I’m nearing the end at last, I’ll leave taking nothing but what I brought. The footprints left will be as beacons for some, for others, how quickly my tracks will fade. The clock is something man can’t overcome, But judgment requires each track be weighed.

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