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You couldn’t wait

Patience was never your virtue

Make up your mind

Life’s passing us by

And with each lonely day

The fabric unraveled

Until all we had woven

Was but a discarded pile on the floor

Written by

father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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