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The footprints in the sands of time are yours;
Your tears and your sweat
Fill them to overflowing.
The hard, bright sun
Sucks up the pools of your labour,
Leaving only salt
To mark your passing.
Salt-rimed sand
Drifts with the wind And is gone. |
| Clare Stewart © 08 October 1980 |
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