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PRECIOUS MOMENTS
Time stolen by unnecessary worry
Precious moments that we should caress
And savour and hold close to our heart
Instead, we stress ourselves endlessly
Becoming embroiled in wasted trivia
Fearful of tomorrow
If we can't do anything constructive
To help a situation,
Why fret?
Minutes are like gold dust
They are magical, and they
Don't come round again
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