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A Plan | ||
| How I like to make a plan For the days and months ahead. Though I do the best I can, I do not do all I said. Fate can always play a trick That can throw a plan askew. It can cut you to the quick, Yet somehow you muddle through. While the plan is being set Many options come to mind. I embrace the best I get And in planning comfort find. | ||
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