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| One may not be really lost, Merely circling to a goal. Time is but a minor cost, Though it sometimes plays a role. There are turns one may not make Though they would be nice indeed. One is forced to use the brake And forget all thought of speed. Patience is a virtue sweet When the traffic is a mess. One must never cry "defeat," Simply ever onward press. | ||
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