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Carpe Diem

It seems we often live for tomorrow
From the quiet joy of today we borrow
Father Time rushes by to our sorrow

To know that each day is a treasure
To face each sunrise with pleasure
Know that life is a gift without measure

So seize the day that was given to you
Watch for rainbows that color the blue
And savor each day as you bid it adieu

Barbara Gorelick


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read rumours about doors and the missing room?

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