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| The days are slipping by so fast I wonder where the time has passed? Each day is filled up to the brim. It seems I have to sink or swim. There's always time for things that count. Although the busy pressures mount I still can take a moment's time To smell the flowers so sublime. I never have to boredom know Because I'm always on the go. I choose to very busy be. It really suits me to a tee. | ||
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