Sometimes, you can see it coming;
sometimes, you just can’t.
Sometimes, you can feel the shift
before the blow will plant.
Seldom do you get the chance
to make a wrong go right;
sometimes, let the anger burn
well into the night.
Rarely has there been a time
when things will go as planned;
instead when you for diamonds dig
all you grasp is sand.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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