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Return To The Past
No matter what you think or do
That bell you know, does toll for you
Once unrung, it never rings true
The past is done, the die's been cast
Phony claims, cannot ever last
Glad that time has finally past
Walk carefully where you have tread
Look far ahead, deny the dread
Right the wrongs, those things left unsaid
How did you ever fall off track
Some clamor, thinking to go back
Should you return, you'll get no slack
79 words 12 lines
monorhyming triplets
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Greg Gaul
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