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Possibly Without a Cause
Back in the day stares into space
Many a moon
Never is a one-track mind
Forever one moment at a time
While it seems like a decade ago
Sometimes clocked out yesterday
Hours are away operating
Infinity is perhaps everlasting
Days on end makes a statement
Chronology hides the logbooks
Present being invariably in season
Later is a future occasion
Tomorrow right to the left
In a second too far
Indefinatly is instrumental convergence
End is fueled by absence
Possibly without a cause
Today is a good day
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Thresha Reese
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