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What it will be


Every day passes one at a time Regardless of atrocity or an act of generosity All continues without delay This is what it will be Children play in the hot summer street Animals continue at their evolutionary seats Adults worry about how to keep up their daily beats This is what it will be Some continue what others started Some create something of their own Others just watch events unfold This is what is will be Some except what it will be Others change what it will be Most don't know what it will be In the end, everyone decides "What it will be"
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