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Opportunity
Between sunrise and sun
Comes moments’ golden hours
You hold time is in your hands
Fragile as a fragrant flower
So hold it while it’s in bloom
Tomorrow it will fade away,
For moments lost there’s no room
In all tomorrows or today!
Beryl McMullen
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