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Busy busy busy
Hands flying, mind scattered.
So many things needing to be done,
No time for rest.

Rush rush rush
Places to be, people to see,
Deadlines needing to be met,
No time for rest.

Suddenly a glance,

Stop.

Look.

A forgotten book, sitting askance.

Picked up, tears come.

Reminded of, so gently,
a forgotten priority.

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