Tomorrows

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March 2002 Poetry

What if you lived for,

all of your tomorrows,

and just look over,

all of your todays?

Don’t wait for tomorrow,

to tell those special people,

that you love them.

Because you never know,

when tomorrow won’t come.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 3-3-02.

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