Excuse my truancy. Hears my note.
-DBL
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The count down
There is a measure of time
to flow in a rhythm of dread
With each given thought
a new one is read
Center choices are renewed
Several become askew
There's one choice
flow foward never down
A choice overcomed
from the ones that everyone removed
Sitting square with a lean
This lonely choice is obscene
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