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So the week has come
to an end
As quickly as it started
Time not always a friend
Many tears will fall
no doubt
’tis the usual way
A sad hanging cloud
Always too short
the stay
Never enough time
we always say
So much could
be done
But time the
thief that runs
Goodbye’s are always
hard
So very sad to do
Not goodbye, au revoir
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Posted in: Poetry
Posted on September 10, 2014
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