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Time
Time heals
tends to peel away the pain
calms your brain
stops you from going insane
takes the rain and turns it into sunshine.
If you give it time your world will grow
beautiful flowers
provide long hours
of joy.
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 27th May 2017 10:58 pm
WHO'S IN CONTROL
Such a rush
don't be late
Think they'll wait?
Nay...
Start on time
is their rhyme
The world tries to be
on schedule
Till Mother Nature
steps in
and does her thing
with
Storms
Floods
Tornados
and such
Not much
Man can do with that
So who's in control?
We may think we are
but
We're not...
By Lynn Hahn
Monday 23rd January 2017 12:40 am
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