just in time ... when definite things becomes questionable ..
just in time ... when confusion fills every molecule in the space ..
just in time ... when it can't get any worse
just in time ... when confusion fills every molecule in the space ..
just in time ... when it can't get any worse
posted by Salsal at 5:42 PM
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Ah! life of all the year, why yet do I,
Amid thy snowy blossoms' fragrant drift,
Still long for that which never draweth nigh,
Striving my pleasure from my pain to sift,
Some weight from off my fluttering mirth to lift?
- Now, when far bells are ringing "Come again,
Come back, past years! why will ye pass in vain?"
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