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Here it is tomorrow,
I had a plan or two;
A thought of somehow of something
Special I would do.

But like tomorrow’s passing,
The yesterday’s I know,
I’ll probably just abandoned
The plans I had in stow.

Another thought appearing,
Replaces thoughts in place,
And I’ll pursue the present,
The new plan I will chase.

So a life’s constructed
In fleeting thoughts and acts;
Depending on each moment
And thoughtful artifacts.
Published inPoetry

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