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| The Future by � LouReeves With friendships destined to survive, While hope for her remains alive, Will flourish and grow and even bloom, After she leaves the limbo room. The future for her, at its best, It is all there at her request. Not to look back, that is the past, The present moment is here at last. The actions taken were her lot, The future beckons, not to be fought. For happier times, she will be whole, With forward motions to touch her soul. The Eagle |
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