Take care of the matter now
You are going to run out of time
Opportunities will go away
And you will be left in a bind
A whirlwind will form
Along with massive confusion
There will be a state of turmoil
A dark scenery with frustration
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Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 18th, 2018 21:22
- Category: Nature
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