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Times come when I lose days
and weeks from my life.
If I do not lose them,
I would not be able to live.
I would be insane, or a wreck,
or I would have to say ta-ta
to this sojourn in life.
Must a creative person
come to screeching halts
from time to time,
so as to re-create?
Life is such a merry-go-round,
this moment you are at the top,
next you just hurtle down!
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