W
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ing
for the last day
a day to end all days
what to do with the t
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k
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one more dance
with the wind
falling from the sky?
Another kiss upon
A child's button nose
With such tenderness?
Or a rainy day
Curled in a bundle
With hot drink?
Or maybe wild ride
Upon a bumping kayak
In rushing white water?
Wait not for the last
Live for the first.
