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Life now is not the same,
Makes the past as a game; So complex our world today, Yesterday was child's play; So simple our life in the past, How we wish it could've last; From our mind seem so clear, Never having anything to fear; If we could do it all over again, Something that we could refrain; How would it be changing history, Making now an even bigger mystery; Going back and visiting in time, Maybe even stopping a crime; Changing mistakes that you made, Events that you could've evade; Something that you were sorry for, Making love to one that you adore; Changing the past sounds so great, But then what would be our fate. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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