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Bouquets and brickbats both welcome... Now --- Another day, another bother Daylight finds me Despite my best efforts Dawn breaks and so I don The clasping bonds of consequence They enrobe me, they enfold me They inform my every move To move, always to move From thought to thought And place to place Always with the shrouded trace Of promise and regret The time, the date Are always late Every now becomes then And then becomes when When? Then? Or now? It must be now It is always now
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