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Snail's Pace
I want to run, far far away
Where the grass is green, and the children play
Where the sun is beaming and the skies are blue
Where the days are longer and my dreams come true
If I could fast forward to that happier place
Perhaps ill feeling would disappear without a trace
Though If I cheated time, I might cheat myself
Perhaps challenges and realisations are encapsilations ...
Thursday 28th May 2015 6:13 pm
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